Letras
You ain't boutta do a damn thing
Nah boy you ain't boutta do shit
I'm from the city of eses and crips
I got a bitch that will swallow my kids
Give me a kiss bitch no I ain't forget
I'm just a comfortable foo in my skin
See they been politican they been acting different
They ain't getting bitches they ain't get no digits
Ooo I'm keeping one in head
And the shit that I say it ain't gotta be said
Ooo I'm keeping one in the head
If I'm caught lacking I'm better off dead
Type me
Side once
No wifey
Huh
You the type get mad cause she like me
Damn
You the type get mad and starting typing
Damn
You the type I don't like
Ol Hoe ass
Nigga on real time
We can get real hype
Huh
Clear by me
Let em talk
Cause it ain't shit
Damn they ain't it
Man pull a front boy plaintiff
Hope on miss we got this
I'm getting head on the 110 swift
Posted dead no back lift
Still I lift we hold weight
Shit
Ooo I love life
Bitch don't give me hickey that's a bug bite
I am DMX on Jay-Z's hard knock life tour
Black pro club with shorty's contour
Dusse got my dick like a sword
Stabbing the wagon Yolanda's of course
Guess I'm related to Ghostface
I really don't want it if it ain't got dead faces
Lowkey like cold cases
Back to the basics
Careful with snakes that will double cross you like ASICS
Backdoor
Ben slide like I'm little joe
Bagged a cool hoe get beer out the liquor store
Mashed out
AC on a cool note
100 though from the mutherfucking free throw
On another trip another mission how we living bro
Want to get it though never looked up to a broke soul