The Intro Lyrics
My bitches say I be crushin em, I say I be killin em
Them niggas mad I ain't trustin em, them niggas be acting to feminine
My girl fat, hair done her back that her ass look like a Caribbean
That cat be so wet, that my dick feel like an Amphibian
Go ape shit with the banana clip on my momma nigga Im gorillin em
And the drum and the simple handgun look just like a damn cinnabun
You want war then nigga come get you some, them bullets my niggas be drillin em
If you known for havin them drugs then here I come I am cinna mon
My new old bitch named Maryan, that bitch gotta son his name Darien
Darien got so much water that nigga room look like an aquarium
I told Maryan that Im bagging him, she better keep quite librarian
Them irons you'll think that I married em, cuz I never leave home without carrying em
And blood keep him a pump and niggas already know
And I call my trap the bluff, Im the brand new Curtis Snow
? pulled a big pole, that .44 will knock off your nose
Damn right your bitch done chose
Probably my clothes or this bankroll
And these lames dont really bumpski, bag his ass rest in peace humpty dumpty
And I been smokin so much ganja, its like rest in peace to my lungses
And I fell in love with silencers, cuz every shot it go pew
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Get them racks up or imma act up cuz this bitch I gotta go boom
And this bitch a certified gunka the way she suck it call her vacuum
If I got any situations hit Mac Dre cuz shawty kill em
Your shawty in love with this 40 cuz my Sonny out like a pilgrim
Cuz I smoke like Im a Jamaican, got big guns like a Haitian
Got meds like Im Caucasian, got goop like Im from Blue Haven
[?] your kidneys in, make your whole goddamn center melt
Pour nuggets across his muffin, now his brain look like a cinnamelt
If Lincoln a leave him stinkin, now his ass smell like a tuna melt
Dump his mother in the river, just like a [?] how them damn tuna felt
This 30 will make a nigga shit himself, if he got beef with my niggas he better kill himself
All I do is smoke weed I dont do nothing else, my father said "Son, you something else"
"Everytime you walk in you got designer belts" Im sorry bob I can't help myself
I will fuck your block up, with the Glock up, leave you shot up
And them eat some pasta with [?] imposters
Your bitch said Im lookin like bag, I said your nigga look like 1 dollar
Keep a 9 like a million dollar, turn a rapping nigga into a fossil
My choppa go boom-shaka-laka, aye Flock you sick get a doctor
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On your ass like Im Mr. Crocker, baking cake like Im Betty Crocker
No limit like Silk the Shocker, when it come to squezzin this choppa
Imma cool ass young wild nigga now all the old heads they look up to me
Im plottin on every dealer,so now all the plugs dont fuck with me
They be like aye Flock why you skunkin me, thats your fault you shouldn't be trustin me
All the wild niggas thats on the hunt with me
Gone be the same wild niggas thats gone stunt with me
My eyes too red I need some eye drops, 9 to his chest now a nigga heart stop
[?] now that nigga lookin like a cyclopes
Lil Chris pull up in that Audi, shoot up shit then we outtie
Dont worry about if we bought it,should be worried bought gettin bodied
I could never sweat no bitch cuz a nigga dont pop no mollies
My guns be fully equipped cuz too many niggas plannin to rob me
I swear this pump gone rip niggas thats why im in love with my shotty
Niggas say they bumpin my shit so get ready for Trilluminati
