509 BMG - ashes to ashes Lyrics

Swagboyz Entertainment, y'all, bitch
Yeah

Phone chirp, Y'all know BMG got hella serves
My part of the city, the worst bitch, I'm not from the burbs
And he ain't talkin bout no paper, That shit for the birds

I'm takin' all that to the heart, you better watch your words
Them crackers ask questions I can't deny, and won't confirm
I'm presidential, bitch, I'm finna serve another term
I think he on that dope again, Cause I smell somethin' burnt

I'm breakin' bread past the basket around, like I'm at church
I think that hoe be doin' dirt, I kicked her to the curb
You can have her back, I know you belong to her
I did your bitch like Deftones, I got Around The Fur

You don't got no f*ckin' money, Better get to work
Bitch, I'll die before I give you mines, And that's for sure
Plus one inside my shit, I'm tryin' to put you on a shirt
Plus one inside my shit, Bitch, I got rounds for him and her

I think he on that dope again, Bitch, I smell burnt plastic
I know a nigga, knock you off, Just to support his habits
They wanna buy that shit off me, Then I'm gon' let em have it
Tryna run off on BMG, He must've dropped acid

Tryna run off? Then I'm gon' bust (Buss) at him Like Phil Jackson
Them crackas askin' crazy questions, speakin' pig Latin
Giant Octopus, nigga, Let's get this shit Kraken
Big FMJ gon' break the glass, Shaq on Orlando Magic

I got my heat right by my side I give you hot flashes
Lil Jefe pop up out the cut, stick you up like molasses
Send niggas back to where they came from
Ashes to ashes

These niggas never got their hands dirty

Ain't bout no action
Send niggas back to where they came from
Ashes to ashes