Letras
You talkin' to a real shooter, niggas only H Gangstas on computers
Shorts Bermuda, left pocket, Golden Ruger, Double O's we Sold for sevens
To pay the bonds to free the shooters, (Shooters) if a bitch get Me wrong
I snatch her chain back like NuNu, did recon in Your hood
The streets never knew you, fell In love with This rapping and made That
Bitch my new boo, playin' with Chickens so Long
You can call me perdu, smack Th color doodoo
Watch me flex in a Lex, darker Than voodoo
Inside peanut butter, outside
Yoo hoo
My Crip bitch beat that pussy Red, she yellin' Suwoo
Told em chop the top, I'm tryna See what that Coupe do
Turn my bitch closet into a Petting zoo, all on Furs in it
Exotic birds in it, Big Lew made The beat
I'm put my words in it, big bodied Benz, Ima Swerve in it
May God Have Mercy, May God Have Mercy
May God Have Mercy, the streets is thirsty
May God Have Mercy, May God Have Mercy
May God Have Mercy, the streets Is thirsty
May God Have Mercy, May God Have Mercy
May God Have Mercy, the streets Is thirsty
May God Have Mercy, May God Have Mercy
May God Have Mercy, the streets Is thirsty
Phone bugged, plug died, block Dry
No lie down to my last five
Fuck, I'ma need a pie
Or I'ma slide on tough guys
Like surprise heffy
I need a line on that powder
Essa
And put a nine on it
Comprende
Type of shit that'll blow ya
Nueve
I'm not impressed by this op Culture
I made soldiers out of vultures
A pack of cola
I mold em
Packs from Minnesota
Warren Moon
With the spoons
96
Range Rover
Packs of balloons
You can't attack this platoon
A bad boy on his deen
Shout out Uncle Loon
Nightmares of being in a tomb
Too smooth for that clown shit