Lyrics
Live for today cuz we don't know how tomorrow goes
I'm from mav if you not from round here then you gotta go
Call my nigga hallow up to let them hallows go
Hustle hard gettin coins off the block like super mario
Hittin the blunt while I'm grippin the 40
I'm with your shorty In the crib just chillin watchin Rick and morty
Internet thugs you niggaz corny
Don't fuck with no new rappers cuz all of you niggaz bore me
Sleepin on me it's about time I'm waking them up
In shootouts I grip the blicky when I spray it they duck
Chrome to your dome like you niggaz play for the ducks
Out here gunnin like Michael Redd when he played for the bucks
I go to work and break down every beat that I touch
These niggaz swear that they nice but quite frankly they suck
Uma Thurman in kill bill bitch I'm making the cut
Bodying competition breaking they necks is a must
These niggaz got bars about trap money
Never sold a record but they actin like they gettin rap money
Down to my last two quarters that get the strap money
When you mention bosses yea that's when they ask for me
This grip that I got it's like most niggaz couldn't grasp it
See tape on the handle of the semi automatic
Work coming in, duct tape over the plastic
Killin the game and you niggaz talkin bout practice
Fuckin with an all star you bench warmers is average
Do me foul and I'll put two shots inside of your basket
Hit the fiends with the dust turn you niggaz to ashes
We giving out coffins bodybags,and caskets