Issa bloodclot shatta prolly shouldnt f*ck wit me
I got everything I need like I jus hit the lottery
Catching bodies issa hobby put yo body inna trunk
Yea im smoking on dis rodent cause im smoking all dis skunk
Hold your money if you want it cuz we out here tryna scheme
You would prolly pluck yo eyes out if you seen the shit I've seen
Hallelujah praise Jehovah pray to God he cleanse dis lean
Whats your AP to my Rolli if my Rolli out here skiing
Feel like kodak when I pull up cameras flashing in my face
Feel like nasa when im booted monkeys fly you out to space
Watch yo mouth hold your tongue I'll f*ck around and catch a case
Serve a nigga 30 rounds now tell me how them bullets taste
I'm dat nigga from st. thomas virgin islands where I roam
Where i come from niggas chop you ship yo body to your home
Only thing in life I fear is god my mother and dis chrome piece
If you not one hundred better leave my ass alone please
Gucci Luis Prada is that shit I do not sport
Cuz dat shit dont pay for nothing when they take yo ass to court
White tees and nikes is all a nigga know to wear
If I get blood on my fit I always know I have a spare
I jus tell how it is and how it was and how it be
I dont really need no friends the only friend I need is me
Cooking yayo till its play doh bag it up then hit the streets
Feed my fam f*ck my gyal roll a joint and then repeat ya
Call me what you want but call me broke ill show you different
Check the morgue for the last nigga try me I wish he listened
Private planes diamond chains out here looking like a blizzard
Purple drank purple strain gotta watch my lung and liver
Call my moms told her chill imma come back wit a mili
Cuz when it come to rapping aint nothing they can tell me
Make my cake and eat it too dats what rockman them does do
Cuz we bossing fingers crossing up the pinky and the deuce
Niggas running games yea whats done is done whats through is through
Call your lawyer plead your case dis dracco coming after you
I'm not violent but my silence bring the chills and clear the room
So id rather kill yo ass and do the bid to tell the truth
If I leave you where you standing count your blessings by the twos
Cause when my trigger finger itching there aint nothing I can do
To my target say your prayers bout to send you to your tomb
With a finger and a trigger and a click a clack and boom bitch
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Issa bloodclot shatta prolly shouldnt f*ck wit me
I got everything I need like I jus hit the lottery
Catching bodies issa hobby put yo body inna trunk
Yea im smoking on dis rodent cause im smoking all dis skunk
Hold your money if you want it cuz we out here tryna scheme
You would prolly pluck yo eyes out if you seen the shit I've seen
Hallelujah praise Jehovah pray to God he cleanse dis lean
Whats your AP to my Rolli if my Rolli out here skiing
Feel like kodak when I pull up cameras flashing in my face
Feel like nasa when im booted monkeys fly you out to space
Watch yo mouth hold your tongue I'll f*ck around and catch a case
Serve a nigga 30 rounds now tell me how them bullets taste
I'm dat nigga from st. thomas virgin islands where I roam
Where i come from niggas chop you ship yo body to your home
Only thing in life I fear is god my mother and dis chrome piece
If you not one hundred better leave my ass alone please
Gucci Luis Prada is that shit I do not sport
Cuz dat shit dont pay for nothing when they take yo ass to court
White tees and nikes is all a nigga know to wear
If I get blood on my fit I always know I have a spare
I jus tell how it is and how it was and how it be
I dont really need no friends the only friend I need is me
Cooking yayo till its play doh bag it up then hit the streets
Feed my fam f*ck my gyal roll a joint and then repeat ya
Call me what you want but call me broke ill show you different
Check the morgue for the last nigga try me I wish he listened
Private planes diamond chains out here looking like a blizzard
Purple drank purple strain gotta watch my lung and liver
Call my moms told her chill imma come back wit a mili
Cuz when it come to rapping aint nothing they can tell me
Make my cake and eat it too dats what rockman them does do
Cuz we bossing fingers crossing up the pinky and the deuce
Niggas running games yea whats done is done whats through is through
Call your lawyer plead your case dis dracco coming after you
I'm not violent but my silence bring the chills and clear the room
So id rather kill yo ass and do the bid to tell the truth
If I leave you where you standing count your blessings by the twos
Cause when my trigger finger itching there aint nothing I can do
To my target say your prayers bout to send you to your tomb
With a finger and a trigger and a click a clack and boom bitch
I got everything I need like I jus hit the lottery
Catching bodies issa hobby put yo body inna trunk
Yea im smoking on dis rodent cause im smoking all dis skunk
Hold your money if you want it cuz we out here tryna scheme
You would prolly pluck yo eyes out if you seen the shit I've seen
Hallelujah praise Jehovah pray to God he cleanse dis lean
Whats your AP to my Rolli if my Rolli out here skiing
Feel like kodak when I pull up cameras flashing in my face
Feel like nasa when im booted monkeys fly you out to space
Watch yo mouth hold your tongue I'll f*ck around and catch a case
Serve a nigga 30 rounds now tell me how them bullets taste
I'm dat nigga from st. thomas virgin islands where I roam
Where i come from niggas chop you ship yo body to your home
Only thing in life I fear is god my mother and dis chrome piece
If you not one hundred better leave my ass alone please
Gucci Luis Prada is that shit I do not sport
Cuz dat shit dont pay for nothing when they take yo ass to court
White tees and nikes is all a nigga know to wear
If I get blood on my fit I always know I have a spare
I jus tell how it is and how it was and how it be
I dont really need no friends the only friend I need is me
Cooking yayo till its play doh bag it up then hit the streets
Feed my fam f*ck my gyal roll a joint and then repeat ya
Call me what you want but call me broke ill show you different
Check the morgue for the last nigga try me I wish he listened
Private planes diamond chains out here looking like a blizzard
Purple drank purple strain gotta watch my lung and liver
Call my moms told her chill imma come back wit a mili
Cuz when it come to rapping aint nothing they can tell me
Make my cake and eat it too dats what rockman them does do
Cuz we bossing fingers crossing up the pinky and the deuce
Niggas running games yea whats done is done whats through is through
Call your lawyer plead your case dis dracco coming after you
I'm not violent but my silence bring the chills and clear the room
So id rather kill yo ass and do the bid to tell the truth
If I leave you where you standing count your blessings by the twos
Cause when my trigger finger itching there aint nothing I can do
To my target say your prayers bout to send you to your tomb
With a finger and a trigger and a click a clack and boom bitch
Writer: AJ Utibe, Anamuko Utibe
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