Letras
Heart beating hands sweaty
I don't think your man's ready
Palms itching', bag ready
Mafia my camp deadly
Dare that n***a run up on me,
I do him wrong in front his block
Dare That n***a to photobomb,
I mean walk right in front these Shots
Free my n***a, I won't say his name, he did that in front them cops
We them n****s did too much to
Let them front us like we not
It's all fun and games until the
Locs come out to play
Wanna see a magic trick?
He'll disappear like David Blaine
Bitch, I'm on bullshit,
I dare a n***a to say my name
I'm from where n****s kick your Candle lights over, they in the way
Man, you talkin' like you like that, Got you flippin', they took your Chain
N****s die over a necklace, they Don't give a fuck if it's fake
I don't give a fuck what you say, they Gon' hate me anyway
We can all die today, cause
God gon' take me anyway
Put that work in, did that by myself, Ain't tell nobody
Gymstar with me,
I pray I don't have to impale nobody
I don't fear nobody,
5 by 6, Tear your body
They don't like me, hold up, ask me if I care about it
I won't let you get that close to me, Nowhere around me
Coast to coast, no, you ain't met me, But you hear about me
Realest shit I ever wrote
Up in the studio, gettin' blowed, Bitch We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke,
All the guns, all the dope
Welcome home, Lucci & Thug, but They need to free all my LOCS
His Shit is all facade
I just heard your new shit,
I ain't even nod
Heard you tried to fuck my bitch, She didn't even respond
How it feel to fuck that money off For your homie's Bond?
How it feel to be more pussy than some tampons?
Fuck around and find this pussy in a Damn pond...
Realest shit I ever spoke
Up in the studio, gettin' blowed,
Bitch we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke,
All the guns, all the dope
Welcome home, Cuz & nem
But, they need to free all my Locs