AREN'T YOU TIRED OF THOSE LAME OLD ASS DJS WITH NO SWAG?

YOU LOOKING OLD, FAT, SAGGY.

TUNE IN TO GUTTER RADIO WITH THE DJ THAT DOES IT FOR THE HOOD.

DJ CUTTHROAT!

You ain't gotta like it.

MMI we the future nigga

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Give me when I roll up and I give money we roster way rabbit soldier

They say they say that I bump too loud. Don't turn this up again

Don't admit a finger up and turn my volume way. Oh, gee

Put them in shock. I'm making out of the rocket with the puppets in the group

What's up in the back? I'm beating up the block turn the module all the way to the right when I kick it for the

Bitches, I'm making sure the party don't stop because I am off the track specially gonna track with the bass

That's see what I want to see them. I'm gonna go get down on the floor. Go shake that shit

She could talk around us if it on the trick until it's all the way turned up

She could talk a lot of smoking on the planet to this all the way burn

Getting money with the crew. Let's go for nothing. Hey, that's why they watch me do cuz the pistol go on block a block

I want a proper walker fucker while I'm screaming out

Jumping up and shaking head a buck and I'm like shouting will block us like stone got no feel drinking bill

I can't help out of my mind

Come to the max see a bad bitch and I'm throwing up stacks one hit up with it

You can call me Jack's ball. I twitter couldn't underneath a whack

Bad head for my bed. What's in a mess?

It was red bone while rocks on shot of my dive in the ground protein cushion smell real loud

He knows like a Harley straight hair like I'm Harley blocker in this party. You can call me first watch out

I was going down now right left hook. I'm gonna knock his ass out. What's two down with them hands all about if you hit the grind?

I'm a song that's out. Let me see. I'm pop pop out and shit

Y 'all niggas get at this turn them like a friend saying let me know

Tune into the game call me Rose a Brian

Paulpatron Jane we walk up in this John's dick. Tell him play my song quick and we gonna make a fucking movie like a

We on a mission we the James Bond play we gonna kill him till the bars close

Convict shorty. I was born slick short temper long dick hit you with this magic stick at the happy gone

Voila no leash on my collar hip that bitch is my life

I'm single as a dollar smoke West Coast Cush and my boy Impala

Got me in the car mellow fucking with that la la niggas say they can't be seen ain't nobody looking

No, turn the heat up on that beef. Ain't nobody cooking

No a section full of them bitches that yo daddy looking for. Yeah, that's them five stars. They get money

Down low and my girl with a leg all the way back in the Maybach thick frame big butt call it payback

Wonder where the waist that go Luna and I'm steady make a pay stack

See you woman. I'm gonna chase that take that lace that gotta switch it better taste that so tell me what I'm smoking

No Buddha and I got my stereo blasting so loud

You can hardly hear me my trunk be thumping pistol grip pumping so don't come nowhere near me

Well, you might get blown to pieces. Yeah, you might get blown and strayed only way you'll still be living

Is it a night of the living dead dead dead dead? I say when I get a remix. I'm a rip this song

I dedicate this flow to the conjugal. Yeah, I'm sipping on both bows

Wood grain, I'm gripping known if you girl don't like my music tell her leave my dick alone

No, no, how many times can I say that? I'm a pimp and you're one of my workers and when it comes to the money

I'm the number one flipper

I belong in a fork in circus and you niggas can't scratch the surface the lifestyles of the rich and famous and I like my

Music all the way turned up 80. Yeah, let's bang

I'm making all bounce every teller and Bank of America

Make them all tell you don't need the whole staff to add up the amount

It's gonna take to pay me off to keep me out your house to keep me in my zone so that I don't zone out

I'm rich and poor like zone four thoughts is deep like tone

Oh, what would me like all four cross the street? Let's go. Go. I don't rap

I hockey ring cuz my flow is so cold. I am on my

They are on they all know I am really in here they ain't real like soul glow

Don't you know?

I'm so sure them niggas got no glow find a master for you can come back into the dojo

Lupe got his mind right nigga

This is my mic and I've come to take it all back like Miller highlight

He must not be tied tight back against the wall

He will throw a ball like he playing highlight, I'll do the register you just get them fries, right?

I don't trust America after watching side guys

Take a look at my stripes just look like a tiger arm and I'm hot as tiger bomb fire like a fire alarm

And it's just a tire bond. It's a firefighter on I ain't worried about you hoes

I don't even need the road. I turned down your ex like how you put your tires on once I get these tires on

I buy your bomb and tie it on and wrap this around the entire song find a line to drive it on

Parking near a metaphor. Wait for it. The timer's on you can turn your hydrants on

I'll just turn my wipers off wipe it off and wipe me down, but don't forget about my