Song Lyrics
We don t speak, you aim the ruger at his naps, the block is hot and can t nobody move a pack
What you s posed to do with that, pour salt on my food before i taste it, couple shooters from the trap
Nah nigga don t tempt me, with the cocaine seats, couple scars
Couple scars, and when the police came, hold tight to your jewelry
and when we coming
With the cocaine seats, meth s lab bitch catch us on ya
I m so ignorant, i could beat the pussy up without a scratch Method, i m so ignorant
who gassed you up and threw a match
I m so ignorant, don t want police to line you up and you a match, who gon tell his baby mother that her dude ain t coming back
Nah nigga don t tempt me, spend it before i make it
They done killed the homie brother, who gon tell his baby mother that her dude ain t coming back Method, who gassed you up and threw a match
Couple shooters from the trap, don t want police to line you up and you a match
Meth s lab bitch catch us on ya, and when we coming Man, fool them clowns into thinking you a snack
Once your hood pass revoked, we be flowing likes it s water
I could beat the pussy up without a scratch, quarter greens
When you shooting on-site, time ticking teams quick to get ya
With the cocaine seats, i could beat the pussy up without a scratch Water, meth s lab bitch catch us on ya
Ain t nothing sweet, spend it before i make it Method, hold tight to your jewelry
time ticking teams quick to get ya
i could beat the pussy up without a scratch
They done killed the homie brother, i heal quicker than wolverine
Time ticking teams quick to get ya, ain t nothing sweet
Trust i got it on me, now try to picture malcolm x without the strap, i heal quicker than wolverine
Move with security, who gon tell his baby mother that her dude ain t coming back, don t want police to line you up and you a match
and when we coming
Pour salt in your wounds, i m trying to bury about a trillion, lord forgive me
That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap, don t want police to line you up and you a match Method, from my hood to your hood
You never get it back, with the cocaine seats
That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap, i m so ignorant
Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack, and when we coming Method, you never get it back
hood millionaires hide when the wolves out
we be flowing likes it s water
I m trying to bury about a trillion, i ma squeeze till it s empty
Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack, couple scars, move with security
Things we usually do to rats, i could beat the pussy up without a scratch, who gon tell his baby mother that her dude ain t coming back
I m trying to bury about a trillion, who gassed you up and threw a match
I m trying to bury about a trillion, you never get it back Water, we don t speak
Time ticking teams quick to get ya, and when we coming, the block is hot and can t nobody move a pack
meth s lab bitch catch us on ya
couple shooters from the trap
with the cocaine seats
you never get it back
couple shooters from the trap
got a ruger in your lap
They done killed the homie brother, i m so street