La muerte de Chrollo (Chrollo) (feat. King Cullen M.) Video (MV)

I'm tired of sitting here sulking, and mad as a bitch that a nigga ain't famous
Plus this shit pissing me off, if I listen to ya'll, imma leave my folks hanging
Niggas be talking bout this in they songs, like my dick getting soft, Ian f*cking with that
I cant f*ck with no bitch, who get touched by a bum ass nigga, she gone let that boy nut in her crack
See I peep through the lies
I pull up ion need no disguise
Bitch you know I roll deep with my guys, all that creeping and sneaking, we peeping the vibes
Niggas get folded like laundry
How you think that ya'll niggas gone start with me, bitch you ain't starve with me
I'm outer space
Big Dipper in this bitch, constellation how I keep a star with me
Yeah I know that yo bitch finna ride tonight
She gone hop up in my Benz nigga where she been nigga she know flash the type
To eat shit up without a appetite
Ya'll niggas ain't half this nice
The best here and in the after life
Bitch I spark shit like its propane, this that lo mein, ya'll can have the rice
Boosie nigga imma set it off
If you talking crazy imma let it off
Imma air shit out just like a aerosol can, left that bitch nigga barely walking
Know these hoes always stare I walk in, short nigga who don't fear a tall man
Niggas wanna fight, bitch I'm all in
You get smacked with the fiercest god hand
All of my niggas gone ride, bitch you best not be outside
If you try something you might die, don't f*ck with my niggas tonight
Ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride
Bitch right or wrong
Me and gang gone slide bout me and mine don't fight alone
I'm like that spider you get caught up on the web, he good as gone
This bitch keep asking all these questions she just tryna be my hoe
Don't get the message but still get mad when she can't come in to my home
Stop all that stressing I got stress for real this bitch nigga want me gone
So don't hold no weapon or no grudges if I don't pick up my phone and shit
My niggas known to hit shit in they dome like we in New Orleans boy this saint gone turn to sinner if it's smoke
We knocking paint off whips and shit been lifting shit like it's the score
So I'll be ripped and shit cause I been ripping shit they think I'm hoax
Like I ain't bout what i'm portraying
Playing with them slums might leave him dead right where he staying
Somebody make this fun for us cause my niggas ain't playing
None of that bullshit they been making hard for me to understand cause I look down and ain't no fans Flizzy
I came to take over the world and bought my mans with me
They scared to face the villain I walk in they panicking
We roll through your city leave out with no damages
Niggas begging to be like SlumLand we too damn different
Send the hunters at me, Pussy I can pummel
Any rap niggas who stumble, step to me and you get humbled rookie
I don't bite niggas they crumble, keep fake niggas out my huddle
They too weak, he come my way and he gone fumble to me
I been known for hits, so why play with my name like I ain't shown to get whatever the f*ck I came for and more than it
A foreign whip or bitch won't do shit for me I'd get bored
I just write my dreams on records pull ur camera to record