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sixzino+moneygrail+saint - hysteric (444jet)

fine [p. truly yvng]

All (intro) prod. yvngonce [LYRICS]

I was outside with my brother, my brother, my shooter.
Don’t give a f*ck about nothing, n*gga we bussin, clutch baby ruger
I be the n*gga that teach him a lesson like I be a motherf*ckin tutor 

I get the motherf*ckin bands I’m true to this sh*t like my first name was Buddha
She wanna know my real last name I’m telling her “What’s it to you?”
I cannot f*ck on that b*tch if that p*ssy stank and smelling like tuna
All of money be so damn long I think that I need me a ruler, I got bad b*tches in this b*tch right now I feel like I’m bktharula
I got this b*tch on her knees like she praying she not even saying “ Hallelujah “
Got a blonde ho and she go super saiyan, I think that i want me the blue one, With the blue hair.
Don’t pull up thinking sh*t sweet, my n*ggas, they shoot there.

Put everything inside of one pot
I do this sh*t for my brother, and mama, and sister, my n*gga, I’m all that they got
I took a risk and I got to the bank
F*ck all them n*ggas that told me I can’t 
Shout out to all of the hater that doubted me I told them n*ggas “I needed it alot”

F*ck all them opps, them n*ggas not going no where, them n*ggas gone stay on the block
I’m on a plane, this bad b*tch giving me brain, I’m smokin propane til I rot.
Look at the chain
Look at the grill
Look at the fist
Look at the wrist
Look at the whip
Look at my b*tch
Don’t gotta tell you I’m making alot
I’m giving all this sh*t all that I got (4x)
I’m giving all this sh*t all to my children, grandchildren, the children I don’t even got
200 years i’m still in this b*tch
giving this  sh*t everything that I got

(yea, yea)

Shout out my motherf*cking brother, my brother, my shooter.
Don’t give a f*ck about nothing, n*gga we bussin, clutch baby ruger
I be the n*gga that teach him a lesson like I be a motherf*ckin tutor

kept it grill [LYRICS]


(14 b*tch)
“yea, Long Live Zodiak, (say yea) Free Hykeem out that b*tch (huh huh) My motherf*cking brother (say yea) (say yea)”

These n*ggas gone die for all that sh*t they said (3x)

Drank in my cup, I’m sippin on red (say yea)
Them n*ggas gone die, Them b*tch a** n*ggas gone die
Dior shades on my eyes
Got a bad b*tch on my side
That b*tch a** n*gga talk crazy
That b*tch a** boy gone die 

Bad b*tch wanna have my baby told her “i’d rather die”
I’m never doing cocaine or committing suicide 
Sitting back thinking about them old days everytime I’m getting high
Finna go back to my old ways, these b*tch a** n*ggas gone die

Them b*tch a** n*ggas gone die for all that sh*t they said 

These n*ggas gone die for all that sh*t they said (3x)

kept it grill

we all shinin

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