Letras
Yeah, yeah
From the grave to the block, yeah, yeah
Fifty rounds in the Glock
No love for a opp, yeah, yeah
These suckers wanna talk to the cops
Boy, I keep it one hundred from the grave to the block
Fifty rounds in the Glock
No love for a bitch, no love for a opp
These suckers wanna talk to the cops
Boy, I keep it one hundred from the grave to the block
Fifty rounds in the Glock
No love for a bitch, no love for a opp
I keep a fifty in the G, man
Ride the storm, I'm the lead man
Boy, I'm sharkin', Willy B, man
You don't really want no smoke though
I'ma leave that boy cold though
Powder zips for the ocho
Gettin' money off the coco
Know I get it off the block now
See a opp, you gettin' knocked down
Send a bun, let it drop rounds
Man, these suckers tryna play with me
Banana clips, know some apes with me
You will never see a lame with me
Know a whole lot of gang with me
And that G, man, stay with me
And these niggas speakin' on my name
That'll get you smoked
Fifty bustin' out the drum, hangin' out the pole
Baby tryna be my wife, had to tell her no
Girl, you fuckin' with a thug, baby, that's for sure
These suckers wanna talk to the cops
Boy, I keep it one hundred from the grave to the block
Fifty rounds in the Glock
No love for a bitch, no love for a opp
These suckers wanna talk to the cops
Boy, I keep it one hundred from the grave to the block
Fifty rounds in the Glock
No love for a bitch, no love for a opp
Baby, even though I know niggas should
Struggle, I'm steadily tryna bubble
My money, I'm out to double, most rappers now need a muzzle
I'm sick of hearing these weak flows, hurting these niggas' egos
Every mic that I'm touching, I lay to rest all assumptions
Fuck 'em, these niggas nothing, I was bred for this here
The only changes I made are in the fits that I wear
People stop and they stare, I don't give a fuck about critics
I don't hide behind a pen and pad, I flow how I live it
If I don't got it, I get it, and if you need it, it's yours
Without question, learned my lesson about trusting these whores
Bet the hole up in his side match the one in the car door
The first 48 will make or break you for sure
Like 40, tell me when to go and I ain't stopping from there
Running over competition, none that really compare
I'm putting heads on the chopping block, you stand in my way
The guillotine will take and split him, listen close when I say
These suckers wanna talk to the cops
Boy, I keep it one hundred from the grave to the block
Fifty rounds in the Glock
No love for a bitch, no love for a opp
These suckers wanna talk to the cops
Boy, I keep it one hundred from the grave to the block
Fifty rounds in the Glock
No love for a bitch, no love for a opp
No love on the block
Thugs where I rock, got no love for the opps
Slugs will get popped and a cop will get dropped
Shot with a chop while my squad will just watch
Pause, I think not, know I'm all for the cause
We gon' take four when you take one of ours
Your laws are a fraud and you leave all these scars
This is how it is now, fuck how it was
Dog, give me the throwaway, I can make problems go away
Hide in day like a stowaway, find a way 'til they close the case
Making sure no one knows my name, see through suckers like cellophane
Hold the weight 'cause I know the way, motivate on your slower pace
Folks debating on the mental, making all others tremble
Before you walk this way, dog, you should contemplate your dental
Man, all this seems so simple, you went out over nothing
When all you had to spout was shut your mouth, keep it one hundred