Ooh, Sav, killed it
Lion in that jungle, feelin' like Mufasa
Niggas swear that they can rap, they really Silk the Shokker
I ain't Muslim, but no piggy, I don't f*ck with coppers
My nigga cross me, we go back, send soccer boppers
I gotta keep that hammer on me, you know niggas reckless
You was in a nigga hood and had to tuck your necklace
No, I can't do no stressin', I'm on that paper
I'm on his head like a taper, send him to his maker
I'm smokin' papers, bongs, blunts, I ain't got no favorites
These niggas prayin' on my downfall, I gotta make it
I know a bitch who keep a 30, strip a nigga naked
You came around, I started trippin', I can't do no fakin
I'm on a mission like Grove Street, politicking
My nigga was a closed casket, cause the body missin
I was boolin' with my crip, tryin' to get them bands
Poles stickin' out my pants, I can't do no dance
He all on Instagrams, you better get your mans
I'ma pull up with them trumpets, battle of the bands
This nigga really hit the stand, I had to stop the plan
You know he a snitch driller, you don't stand a chance
I had to stack or starve, beat the charge, duck the yard
I was stackin' bars, yeah, I'm flippin' hard
All them keys white, we call him Michael Jackson bad
I'm in some shit you never had, I know you niggas mad
Ayy, I'm in some shit you never had, I know you niggas mad
That shit sad too, ayy, peep me up, look
Bullets ain't got no names and I ain't got no aim
That mean anybody get hit, bitch, that's on the gang
You better stay up in your lane or you gon' feel this pain
You just a stain, bitch, I think I'm prince, purple rain
I'm just a 2-3 nigga, boolin' in a hurricane
She been smokin' boss mode, she can't feel her brain
You know we got them skittles, I been pushin' sugar cane
This nigga go against the grain, he got DP
Pack touchdown, get it poppin' like BBs
Heard your nigga was a trick, tryin' to get freebies
Workin' like Jamaicans, hot-blooded like a Haitian
2-3, bitch, I was in New Orleans on vacation
Workin' like a Haitian, hot-blooded like Jamaicans
2-3, bitch, I was in New Orleans on vacation
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Ooh, Sav, killed it
Lion in that jungle, feelin' like Mufasa
Niggas swear that they can rap, they really Silk the Shokker
I ain't Muslim, but no piggy, I don't f*ck with coppers
My nigga cross me, we go back, send soccer boppers
I gotta keep that hammer on me, you know niggas reckless
You was in a nigga hood and had to tuck your necklace
No, I can't do no stressin', I'm on that paper
I'm on his head like a taper, send him to his maker
I'm smokin' papers, bongs, blunts, I ain't got no favorites
These niggas prayin' on my downfall, I gotta make it
I know a bitch who keep a 30, strip a nigga naked
You came around, I started trippin', I can't do no fakin
I'm on a mission like Grove Street, politicking
My nigga was a closed casket, cause the body missin
I was boolin' with my crip, tryin' to get them bands
Poles stickin' out my pants, I can't do no dance
He all on Instagrams, you better get your mans
I'ma pull up with them trumpets, battle of the bands
This nigga really hit the stand, I had to stop the plan
You know he a snitch driller, you don't stand a chance
I had to stack or starve, beat the charge, duck the yard
I was stackin' bars, yeah, I'm flippin' hard
All them keys white, we call him Michael Jackson bad
I'm in some shit you never had, I know you niggas mad
Ayy, I'm in some shit you never had, I know you niggas mad
That shit sad too, ayy, peep me up, look
Bullets ain't got no names and I ain't got no aim
That mean anybody get hit, bitch, that's on the gang
You better stay up in your lane or you gon' feel this pain
You just a stain, bitch, I think I'm prince, purple rain
I'm just a 2-3 nigga, boolin' in a hurricane
She been smokin' boss mode, she can't feel her brain
You know we got them skittles, I been pushin' sugar cane
This nigga go against the grain, he got DP
Pack touchdown, get it poppin' like BBs
Heard your nigga was a trick, tryin' to get freebies
Workin' like Jamaicans, hot-blooded like a Haitian
2-3, bitch, I was in New Orleans on vacation
Workin' like a Haitian, hot-blooded like Jamaicans
2-3, bitch, I was in New Orleans on vacation
Lion in that jungle, feelin' like Mufasa
Niggas swear that they can rap, they really Silk the Shokker
I ain't Muslim, but no piggy, I don't f*ck with coppers
My nigga cross me, we go back, send soccer boppers
I gotta keep that hammer on me, you know niggas reckless
You was in a nigga hood and had to tuck your necklace
No, I can't do no stressin', I'm on that paper
I'm on his head like a taper, send him to his maker
I'm smokin' papers, bongs, blunts, I ain't got no favorites
These niggas prayin' on my downfall, I gotta make it
I know a bitch who keep a 30, strip a nigga naked
You came around, I started trippin', I can't do no fakin
I'm on a mission like Grove Street, politicking
My nigga was a closed casket, cause the body missin
I was boolin' with my crip, tryin' to get them bands
Poles stickin' out my pants, I can't do no dance
He all on Instagrams, you better get your mans
I'ma pull up with them trumpets, battle of the bands
This nigga really hit the stand, I had to stop the plan
You know he a snitch driller, you don't stand a chance
I had to stack or starve, beat the charge, duck the yard
I was stackin' bars, yeah, I'm flippin' hard
All them keys white, we call him Michael Jackson bad
I'm in some shit you never had, I know you niggas mad
Ayy, I'm in some shit you never had, I know you niggas mad
That shit sad too, ayy, peep me up, look
Bullets ain't got no names and I ain't got no aim
That mean anybody get hit, bitch, that's on the gang
You better stay up in your lane or you gon' feel this pain
You just a stain, bitch, I think I'm prince, purple rain
I'm just a 2-3 nigga, boolin' in a hurricane
She been smokin' boss mode, she can't feel her brain
You know we got them skittles, I been pushin' sugar cane
This nigga go against the grain, he got DP
Pack touchdown, get it poppin' like BBs
Heard your nigga was a trick, tryin' to get freebies
Workin' like Jamaicans, hot-blooded like a Haitian
2-3, bitch, I was in New Orleans on vacation
Workin' like a Haitian, hot-blooded like Jamaicans
2-3, bitch, I was in New Orleans on vacation
Writer: Shaquille Hurd
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