I'm off a Perc you know I'm gonnnnne!!!!!!

Remember me (Prod. Brizzy Savage)

Yeeeerr, War
Yeeerrr

I ride with the demons, we taking your soul
What is the cost?
He come to my hood he say that he looking for me
Now he acting lost
It's 1 6 on the jeans, you know I ride with the forces
That little boy play with the gang, that little can get tossed

They say they looking for the sauce, I don't say a word
Speak to the boss
She a fed and I don't fuck with Pigs, she already know I'm allergic to pork
I put a candy in that 4
And add the rocks bitch ofcourse
I'm in the kitchen with that fork 
Gang in the alley with that corpse

It can get snotty in this bitch
We from the alley little bitch
Ride with the MOBTIES in that hoe 
I feel like John Gatti in this bitch 

I'm counting numbers 
Send a bitch to lick, she better not fumble 
Flip it, It Tumble 
Whole gang brought sticks and I feel like a drummer

Riding around, Riding around town with a pipe like a plumber
Got this, Got this lead by the tonna 
He tried to shoot but he miss that's a bumber
Them boys is pussy, they Benihanas 

And the boy get snotted for a Figi
Cause you know that my gang ain't playing, don't know what he's trying 
Get clapped if he reaching 
Little boy please don't give me reason
Cause we might send 30 at your pumpkin
I don't fuck with this opp pack I'm bumping
You can get beat like this drumkit
This AR15 doing justice 
I'm giving them smoke it's a must 
I'm leaving an opp in the dust 
The AR is taking you up

Talk about money, talk about bags
200 the dash 
Reason why the life is way too fast
You already know what I'm gon do when I cross paths with the feds 
We put a hunnybun on you, make the demons kill you for this cash 

And we shooting through the glass 
Looking for toes bitch I got tags 
And the gang just pulled up with the burner
Finna turn your ass to ash
And we hanging with them Cutters
I ain't even talking about cutting grass






 

JOHN GATTI Prod by Swannah + LV

BUSS! (Feat. JOEY INDICA & TRIPPIAN)

T.O.A.C : Element

I'm Done (Outro)

Yeat - Still Countin Flip

Hopscotch W/ JustVuyo!, Trippian & Mitchell Richards (Co-Prod BeatsByCloud)

run it up lmao 



Inna all black coupe
Yea Nigga yk that’s us 

& the windows is tinted 
So These lame ahh Niggas can’t see me 

Rokstarr up ain’t no talking 
Ain’t trynna talk to ya niggas 


Im like RIP 
Yea Rest in Peace to old me 

Rest in peace to Kobe 
24 on the back of my jacket 

24 on the back of my coat 

Moncler jacket cos my heart cold 

My heart cold

Can put in my cup 

Ain’t no feelings 

Betta get your ahh str8 

My nigga trappin oxy 

Yk that we thuggin 

Yea I thug it out 

I Don’t need no friends

Yea I stay real 

Yea Ain’t no cappin 

I just want the bread 


He mix his sprite with the meds 


Rest in peace to his kidneys

Yea that’s a lean gut
Dat boy sippin been 2 much 

I had 2 kick over the cup 

All this act you putting on
you ain’t tough 

Inna ‘cat doing like 95 
95 on his head he got popped 

He got caught without out it
They did him bad 

I’m riding round 
With the real bosses 

Rokstarr x that my name 
If you didn’t kno me 

I done pulled out a band 
On these broke niggas 

Yea I’m stunning on these Niggas 

Steady flexing 

Never cared 

let off 100 shots 
Ain’t no missing 

Long live dolph 
he the realest

#pluggnb #trap

BUSS! (Feat. JOEY INDICA & TRIPPIAN)

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