God don’t make em like me no more
So I gotta ride with my heat fasho
Yeah, I keep my heat fasho
And these niggas play for keeps fasho
Bro won’t go he gone squeeze fasho
Designer my feet my teeth fasho
Brand new Glock I keep ah pole
Is you really down I need to know
Nah, I ain’t worried they ain’t gon do nothin
Put yo foot on on the brake press the red button
Wanna start it up I ain’t saying nothing
Had to hit fast heard the feds coming
Niggas ain’t real I know
Bro back up gotta watch your bro
VV’s sit on top of white gold, yeah
Niggas ain’t stopping my blow, oh oh
Press the gas
Something real fast
While I’m mean muggin
My s hat bent the corner
And I hit the block and
I let it rang where my opps at
Loudest niggas talk the most shit
But they love to run to where them cops at
This this appeals to my attitude
When we kill a nigga we don’t throw the tool
Can’t hang with us
Can’t bang with us
Can’t slang with us
You ain’t made the news
Nigga this the truth
I ain’t break the rules
I was front line
Doing everything you was scared to do
Front line with these Cuban links
In the war zone with this pole
On flood the hood with like 10 guns
Next thing you know I got told on
I’m a rare bread I’ma black sheep
I’ma butcher nigga when it come to beef
When they call your name
It’s your turn to kill don’t call me nigga on hood
God don’t make em like me no more
So I gotta ride with my heat fasho
Yeah, I keep my heat fasho
And these niggas play for keeps fasho
Bro won’t go he gone squeeze fasho
Designer my feet my teeth fasho
Brand new Glock I keep ah pole
Is you really down I need to know
Nah, I ain’t worried they ain’t gon do nothin
Put yo foot on on the brake press the red button
Wanna start it up I ain’t saying nothing
Had to hit fast heard the feds coming
Niggas ain’t real I know
Bro back up gotta watch your bro
VV’s sit on top of white gold, yeah
Niggas ain’t stopping my blow, oh oh
Real [?] Pacman, uh
Pull up all black I’m Batman
Say he in the street
He actin huh brodie
On go he active, yeah
Once it’s over ain’t no coming back
I thought somebody told ya
Real thug life like pac huh
Made it through the war zone
I’ma soldier we ain’t the ones
Don’t play with it
Sense I gave it to bro he stay with it
Trynna pull up in ah raith
Put some racks in the safe
Trynna wrap like six or eight digits
I was just smokin on potent
I’m choking send em to the store
Get some more if it’s open
I’m poppin these bottles my wrist
Is an ocean they drip down my arm
Now my shirt is all soaking
Young rich nigga don’t lie
Tell her drive foreigns I fly
I heard the fake through your voice
Yup you see the real through your eyes
Cause niggas be acting like they thugs
But just rats in disguise
And I got a glizzy on me right now nigga
I ain’t never told no lies
God don’t make em like me no more
So I gotta ride with my heat fasho
Yeah, I keep my heat fasho
And these niggas play for keeps fasho
Bro won’t go he gone squeeze fasho
Designer my feet my teeth fasho
Brand new Glock I keep ah pole
Is you really down I need to know
Nah, I ain’t worried they ain’t gon do nothin
Put yo foot on on the brake press the red button
Wanna start it up I ain’t saying nothing
Had to hit fast heard the feds coming
Niggas ain’t real I know
Bro back up gotta watch your bro
VV’s sit on top of white gold, yeah
Niggas ain’t stopping my blow, oh oh
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