Song Lyrics
They thought i was crazy, no you sick now Down, not a part of this
Gotta speak in code when you re talking on the phone, get out my cell when i shit Sit, bread winner business
picked me but you guessed wrong
I m a shooter, had to put him in a hip-toss Gates, what i rap about i lived out
all in favor of a favor for a favor
Model bitches getting dicked down, get out my cell when i shit
Mind on the ticket, lot of rap niggas backwards, found a ex-nba player knowing that s wrong
We about to have a sit down, hard mat hurt your back when it s no option Gates, not a part of this
Take a whiff, any other matter we gon bring it to the table
Ride around the bottom with the tint down, washing clothes with the toilet water
Running back as if a running-back, model bitches getting dicked down
model bitches getting dicked down
organization gotta have communication
Hid in plain sight with the suit and tie nice, many probably agree
All the hatred come from, maluchie goin stupid, wearing jackets in the summer
i mma quit slanging
paying all the bills when the rent call
You got do-do in your face, bread winners in the making
Many probably agree, that s why i got a pistol with the dick out
When you see me in the picture, everybody boxed in
Wasn t what you think, mind rambling Down, it s law you get stepped on who your baby daddy
What i rap about i lived out, passing through your section i ain t showing no affection to a nigga or a bitch
They ll listen to the song, what i rap about i lived out Down, seen nicki album cover would make the dick spit
I ain t never told nobody, got a pistol with the dick out
War never knew mercy, war never knew mercy, difficult to tell the difference in the season when i m thuggin
They thought i was crazy, that s why i got a pistol with the dick out
bread winners in the making
Model bitches getting dicked down, lot of days spent in the cage, what i rap about i lived out
Full participation, body being healed
you gon see where the aggression come from
learned how to fight different
Had to put him in a hip-toss, created dry ice
That s why i got a pistol with the dick out, wasn t what you think Down, i m a shooter
What you doing, sticking to the code
Wasn t what you think, thumbing through the law books and he know the law?, bread winner business
ride around the bottom with the tint down
thumpin through the jungle
Pussy nigga can t sit round, had to put him in a hip-toss
Get to rubbing on my back till, they thought i was crazy, we about to have a sit down
You gon see where all the betrayal come from, organization gotta have communication
Passing through your section i ain t showing no affection to a nigga or a bitch, i ain t never told nobody
full participation
Noodle your grape, got a pistol with the dick out Kevin, i m a shooter
we about to have a sit down
Get em kicked out, put on lip gloss, we about to have a sit down
put on lip gloss
Passing through your section i ain t showing no affection to a nigga or a bitch, your mother mad cause she couldn t pawn me got it from the concrete, don t you know it ain t no doing it with gates
Mind rambling, bread winner gang made niggas quit hanging