Don and the Under Boss

Lil' KeKe

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Fuck up Sean Solo on the motherfucking mix Lil' Keke the don, Lil' C the underboss Worldwide, nigga While most of you niggas dead We got prices on our head We busting, we ain't prepared Leaving niggas for dead Take caution what I said Or we make the bloodshed Lay it down, the don and the mighty underboss Six digits to pay the cost If they really wanna floss What's the deal? Commission, we tripping with ammunition On the real My niggas is dumping, hit 'em with something they can feel Who the fuck do you be? Come and rob my house by three In the morning while I'm yawning, tryna catch my extra Z Motherfuckers, motherfuckers, we them thug type niggas The ones that run up in your home and sell them drug type niggas Small figures, we'll fuck shit up raw Unbelievable, a tragedy like something you never saw Snap your neck and break your jaw Better stay in line, nigga Bullets leave you blind, nigga Nigga, you can die, nigga This for sure I kick it, you knows, no time wasting Mafia don, I drop bombs on niggas hating They hesitating, CMG, we some killers Followed by some hard headed Southwest guerrillas Man, I know you feel us 'cause we well organized The truth sound like lies with the gun between your eyes They surprised, Commission wise, guys, we the realest Southside for life, make the whole world feel it, feel it The kick, let me jump in it for a minute 'Cause you know that we all in the windin' 'Bout to win a platinum plaque, we'll ball in a minute We all gonna ball in a minute Sippin' on barre with the finest in it The last one to survive is gon' win it I be the nigga hustling and struggling Puffing, cussing, going hard to the finish Nigga really wanna smile with me Hoe, get buck wild with me Come around acting like you shine with me I'll take your ass where you don't wanna be From the four-three, though, I'm a young black superhero Ask my nigga Kato, he know When I say duck, better get real low One shot, one kill, one less ho You better come prepared, 'cause you fucking with some riders Do the type of shit that make the white folks hide ya You niggas want some static, we busting with automatics Quick to let you have it, homicides turns to tragic Twenty-three, a savage, living better than average All about my greens, my cornbread, my cabbage Living lavish, it's beautiful, we iced out with carats I profit, I share it, your ass, I will tear it Every day, all day, we running from the feds While most of you niggas dead We got prices on our head We busting, we ain't prepared Leaving niggas for dead Take caution what I said Or we make the bloodshed Lay it down, the don and the mighty underboss Six digits to pay the cost If they really wanna floss What's the deal? Commission, we tripping with ammunition On the real My niggas is dumping, hit 'em with something they can feel I'm all about my fetti, my money, my mula And if I give the word, my killers'll do ya We got you niggas tripping and hollering 'bout "Who y'all?" With so much artillery, we can start a real war And every time you see us, we rolling in new cars You mad and hating 'cause we riding with new broads The don and the underboss, we gonna floss And one thing you got to realize, we superstars Bringing nothing but the roughest, toughest, that's what you need You say one thing wrong, nigga, your ass 'bout to bleed 'Cause you fucking with my high and my million dollar weed Get the fuck out my face, nigga, shall I proceed? I break 'em down like keys, put the block on freeze Contacts with Japanese from Texas to overseas We break hearts and leave pain within your career Then you'll see one of my soldiers with a tattoo tear My whole clique is guilty, but we rich, made filthy Falsifying my name, man, these niggas tryna kill me I'm the don, my underboss, we steady calling shots We sitting and closing shop, going straight to the top Making money by the wop, suitcases and fat knots Hundred thousand dollar spot, Benz popped up on lots A wrist full of rocks with the block on lock They done slipped up again, now the chicken in the pot hot Every day, all day, we running from the feds While most of you niggas dead We got prices on our head We busting, we ain't prepared Leaving niggas for dead Take caution what I said Or we make the bloodshed Lay it down, the don and the mighty underboss Six digits to pay the cost If they really wanna floss What's the deal? Commission, we tripping with ammunition On the real My niggas is dumping, hit 'em with something they can feel Damn, dawg, Commission Independent, black-owned Got the stoves hotter than a motherfucker You know what I'm saying? It's going down, like my nigga Big Pollo say We gon' do this here Dope game 2000, you know what I'm saying? It's in they face Worldwide for life Five hundred thousand and counting Deal with that