(Ayo Jimmy got the sauce boy)
They cut, get caught with it
State Property
Gang baby
I was locked down in late Providence
Fresh out the pen
Laying in that pen
You could ride to this
Real gas smoked them niggas know
They hide from niggas
I went the whole shabel
Been on they trail
Bitch you better not tell
I got shit for sale
Cause I got some shit that run your bail
Say it won't never fail
That package that I sent said handle with care
Put that on the scale
Need a whole bunch of tape to wrap a bale
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
I'm on now
I'll have them niggas outchea watch you
Cause I'm on now
They heard I got that dose
So now they taping phones now
They see that paper so they won't leave me alone now
Fuck it though
Fuck the Feds
Ima be the one that's gon kick down yo door
You can't hear me when I'm creepin cause I'm on my tipey toes
This 40 leave you stiffer than a photo
All we inhale is gun smoke
Watch action from the front row
Ima hop out in the party
Ima kill you and yo kin folk
I leave a nigga down
I leave em red like some hot Cheetos
And if you speak on me
Don't give a fuck if you my people
Ima roll a nigga up like I was rolling up a taco
Fuck it hop out
Make them glocks go
And bitch the choppa got a stock hole
No serial code but I pull up in a lockout
Punish em
I hit em up like I was Tupac dog
Trigger finger itchin to squeeze
It's gon fuck it up
Okay You Wildin with them stretch yeah
I'm back yeah
Don't give a fuck bout what you say
Because I know that its all cap
I run it up a couple laps yeah
I spin the block too many times
Fuck that shit youngin I might just double back yeah
Bing bong when its hittin everywhere ricochet
I'm a menace to society
I'm hated by the ministry
Ok them bullets burn
I just sent it to em
Let that nigga pay
He can never say
He never saw it coming
Put it in his face
My gun been tryna fuck with something
Just let the cutter cut
I can't leave without it
He come in handy like Kobe in the clutch
Don't be afraid to jump right in
Nigga this ain't no double dutch
Where I'm from we was trained to kill
Who want war with us
Whole lot of red ones for me
Sip it til its done
A lot of bodies what you gon see
Bullets bigger than my thumb
Don't make me have to clap this bitch
Make sure that the job is done
Can't let you double back on me
I only got to do it once
Bitch it's up
Bitch you know its done
Bitch you know its up
I ain't gotta say no words
Once you move they leave you stuck
Leave your body on the curb
Speakin out your top you must got nuts
No we ain't trippin we gon swerve
I don't give a fuck make your tail tuck
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