Letras
imma get busy wid this
watch that cap
you keep spilling my drink
overstep, cognac in this cup I’m sippin it
out my face sir, you smellin like piss and drank
no please and thanks
now peace and dip no flickin out shanks
not me cuz I’m that max stat melee
you don’t wanna mess with me and my team
streets ain’t clean I kmt
Cocain cut from meth and mk
npcs don’t know what I mean
when I spit im chattin my grease
nyc complete, backpack fulla bread
that shit is gluten free
I got weed in my jeans
you should see the artist I just rolled up
200 proof, in my blood, get it done
i can get my money whenever I need
cuz im a real gangster
a real gangster
get it back
bitch come get it back
i don’t fight
what up
bitch i pack
all his fucking friends
in one blunt said what up i fucking will
rip that fucking deal
bitch i been too real
really will
cheap as fuck to kill
burnt them fucking bills
rip that shit apart that you been repping
dead it bitch i could prolly step in
bet you fucking rot before you get it
none of you fucking faggots get the tension
fifty fucking k for half a session
fuck them other rappers you obsessed with
i’m not who you fuck with let it set in
you ain’t built shit but bitch you fell in