sPrut Yey sprut!
Y 'all niggas be leaving
CRIMINAL -
you don't know what to do with this
8 -812 shotgun
call that bitch ludicrous
when she get the hundreds sound like Questlove drumming
Super Room
Hey you gon' need a bag
from your ass
to your sunglasses
Street food
Know ya know what to do with this
Cause ain't a damn thing funny, niggas always short of stack
Plus you take long with the pecs and your shippy lookin' tap
Next time just bring it back when they don't want it
Ain't bought nothing, I'm a hustler, I'm a punter
Make me turn a 63 into 3 -0's and a baby
Now that work be lookin' crazy, but you still gotta pay me
I know it sounds shady, but you fuckers try this way
I don't want you to remember
I don't want you to forget
This is the end of the life
Whenever we do it, it's right
Yeah, uh, yeah
Flow code is December
Mariana the closer, you's a beginner
Derrick Favors, no matter who at the center
Streets like a pussy, had to double back up in a screwball
Fuck all pretenders, wack contenders
Stay strapped, attached like suspenders
Yeah, we want a portion of your dinner even
All them niggas goin' short on your agenda
Ah, who the fuck forgot
We say fuck your top, Snoop
Drop it like it's hot
Two shots, sent him through his rooftop
Ooh, wow, take a nigga leg off
Hit him in his tube top
Fight whatever you cop
On the block whenever you not
And the TNT lights like brine
I'm a ball whenever you watch
Gotta keep the extra, it's better for the pussy niggas that plop
Young niggas on my block, make that drop
I just want you to remember
I don't want you to forget
This is the ending for life
Whenever we do it, it's right
Yeah, uh
Half a pound, whole pound
Code prices up and down
Hunnid shot, Nana clip
You monkeys try to fuck around
Nigga we hammered up
Fuck em down, shoot em up
Fuck em down, we let them hold
Suck a thang, nigga how can you
Throw up the tank, no games
No names, we crack that shit and aim
No witnesses, no mortis
All you see is bloodstains
Hey, niggas for they self
Ain't no crippin' blood, dang
Ain't no bitch up in our blood
All my niggas love to bang
Rest in peace, my niggas lie
Feel this baby brother pain
No elaboratin' though
Then we on some other chains
Other chains, fuckin' jeans
Max watch, somethin' plain
Motherfucker, this a YG thing
I just want you to remember
I don't want you to forget
I don't, I don't, I don't
Motherfucker, this a YG thing
Back to business, young cuttas
Don Cannon
Chopped it all in there, go low
What's up, homie?
The Cannon
