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BUCKHEAD
Germ & $uicideboy$
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You did good, $lick
Ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Northside, Northside)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Northside, Northside, yeah)
Rollin' with them animals like Noah's Ark (bwah)
I got the blade like I'm Joan of Arc (yeah)
Crazy with the chop when I'm off a bar (yeah)
Sprayin' in the air, hollerin', "Kill 'em all" (ah)
Slick baby off of that - (ah)
Devil from outta the pit (ah)
Levels to this, I been sick (ah)
- it up, up in the pit (yeah, Northside, yeah)
I been poppin' - and sippin' drop (sippy, sippy)
I spent 20 years up on that block (up on that block)
Beatin' on my chest, I feel like Kong (I feel like Kong)
Let me talk my -, it's been too long (yeah, uh, urrgh)
Plugged in like a socket (uh)
Up in space like a rocket (yeah)
Glock tucked in my pocket (ah)
Choppa here, it got bodies (bwah)
Bought that - a new body (yeah)
Crib came with a lobby (ay)
Rappers know I'm they papi (bwah)
Sippin' drank and rollin' slow
My - powder her nose (powder her nose)
Haters mad and want me sad
But my net worth said no (no, no, no)
Mad 'cause they still broke (uh)
Mad I kicked that dope (uh)
Ten toes, Germ my folk (uh)
It's your time, gang, go, go, go, go
First off, I'm that - (huh)
Step in, take my picture
GREYFIVENINE, the army
Walkin' deadman, bitch, this thriller
I been ducked and duckin', puffin' onions
- stank, ain't munchin' nothin'
I been around, still can't call it for nothin'
These - still bluffin', these zooties I'm puffin'
Started off givin' no - a lot (hey)
Watch me hop in and out, keepin' it hot (hey)
Rocks in the dial, bussin' Kodak bop
Get higher than the moon and stars a lot
Stones and the rubies, they bussin' like fire
Crosshairs on my mind, can't seem to take me out
Hold up, she on my line, gimme some time
I can't get away, no time to unwind
(Hello?)
Slidin', I'm in my own lane
Slidin' in and out of dames
Slidin', never needed fame
Slidin', you ain't even paid
Slidin', still don't hold weight
'Nother homicide, 'nother homie died
'Nother subject you couldn't relate to
I been out roamin' long time, losin' my mind
I think I just had me a breakthrough, hate you
Five Nine bring da business
59 shots, my ammunition (yeah)
Five Nine, we draped in linen
Five Nine, might toss you some pennies (yeah)
Never lookin' back (yeah)
Do my best to cover my tracks (yeah)
Feedin' the monkey that's climbin' my spine
And in return, my itches always get scratched (uh)
Never again have to wait in a line
But I wait for the lines to get formed out the sack (nope)
- a different - every night (uh)
But I'd rather get - up and pass out
Platinum plaques, stadiums packed
Stackin' up racks, hos on my lap
Don't give a -, I need to know where my stash at
Losin' my mind, wastin' my time
Ain't doin' fine, hatin' my life
Ah, -
Wear my heart on my sleeve, but it ain't Balenciaga
Prolly FTP or G59 or somethin' by Ariaga (yah, yah)
Bought some Prada boots just to curb stomp me a -
Why they always lookin' at me?
'Cause they see what they never could be
Oddy Nuff stay on alert
Yeah, she pullin' up her skirt, and then I skrrt
Avoid the swell, but still I - surf (uh)