CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : BANGIN’, $LANGIN’, & $NITCHIN’
Intro (Wrestling Sample)
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Producer Tag
Donnie made this sh*t
Ad-Lib (UGK David)
Check, check, one, two
Label Tags
Just-2-Sweet!
Bullet Club, for, for, for, for life
Pre-Verse (UGK David)
Check, check, one, two
Three, four
Verse 1 (UGK David)
Yeah I'm coming with the lick, n***a
Coming with the Blicky
Got off the sh*t, n***a, you better get the sticky
I'm the man of the hour, I do this so better
I do this sh*t, n***a, 'cuz I'm mothеrf**king clever
I'm like YG, n***a, I'm pimpin' lucky, yo
But еverybody knows never take me for a joke
King folk to the relationship, I can't fold
But if you was a purple rag then you can fold, yeah
I'm coming with the n***as, coming with the banter
I'm clever than any other n***a with what I'm doing with my cheddar
I think I'm a little side eyed, lies, suicide, homicide
I do this sh*t, kill your only sh*t, suicide
I'm making money so n***as want all the drama
But I'm "05" Drama, Hi-C, and a Blood affiliated
Momma felt-ed this sh*t, I created
And that's why I'ma kill you and rest you like cremated
The money and the butter and the n***a's better get, quick
Boy you ain't about the life, boy you ain't about the sh*t
I know b*t*hes who dead on their own b*t*h sh*t
So why you "n***as", but you actin' like a b*t*h, b*t*h?
And why you always talkin' like you been a snitch, b*t*h?
And why you runnin' with you n***as like you is a b*t*h?
n***a, you a f**king faggot on the low
We can tell, easy c*m, easy come, and easy go
So take you life, Joe Frasier, or I'ma hit it up
I got the sh*t, n***a, I'm about to kettle up
And like a Colombine n***a, I'm about to shoot it up
And like a hot record, n***a about to blow up
Verse 2 (Jeff2Fresh)
I slay talk, I rich talk, but I ain't about the b*t*h talk
Run up in your house and hop your sh*t like I went without an aim
Blame it on, blame it on the sh*ts, but not on my team
I'm a chopper, on the left I got it on deck
I got the 40s and the 17s, n***a's don't wanna play games
They find a door, I catch em, like they come for breakfast, tired story
Till next year when I get the peace and achieve my M.O.,
I'm possessed, motherf**ker
Off coast, n***a, then I get ghost
You can't ride my wave 'cuz you won't float, I got to go
I got a Glock, b*t*h, I betcha don't wanna choke
I got your b*t*h, she gon' always choke
And I got my Momma, she been rockin' with the llama
b*t*h is caught in the trenches too, separate fiend-s
For the b*t*hes like I used to
You n***a's foolies, rock around like I used to
Knock your brain's out with a couple tool-ies, (Me and my)
b*t*hes in threes and shooting clips like the movies
Warning - the stunts in this show are performed by professionals! For your safety and those around you, we do not recommend trying this at home!
Producer Tag
Donnie made this sh*t
Ad-Lib (UGK David)
Check, check, one, two
Label Tags
Just-2-Sweet!
Bullet Club, for, for, for, for life
Pre-Verse (UGK David)
Check, check, one, two
Three, four
Verse 1 (UGK David)
Yeah I'm coming with the lick, n***a
Coming with the Blicky
Got off the sh*t, n***a, you better get the sticky
I'm the man of the hour, I do this so better
I do this sh*t, n***a, 'cuz I'm mothеrf**king clever
I'm like YG, n***a, I'm pimpin' lucky, yo
But еverybody knows never take me for a joke
King folk to the relationship, I can't fold
But if you was a purple rag then you can fold, yeah
I'm coming with the n***as, coming with the banter
I'm clever than any other n***a with what I'm doing with my cheddar
I think I'm a little side eyed, lies, suicide, homicide
I do this sh*t, kill your only sh*t, suicide
I'm making money so n***as want all the drama
But I'm "05" Drama, Hi-C, and a Blood affiliated
Momma felt-ed this sh*t, I created
And that's why I'ma kill you and rest you like cremated
The money and the butter and the n***a's better get, quick
Boy you ain't about the life, boy you ain't about the sh*t
I know b*t*hes who dead on their own b*t*h sh*t
So why you "n***as", but you actin' like a b*t*h, b*t*h?
And why you always talkin' like you been a snitch, b*t*h?
And why you runnin' with you n***as like you is a b*t*h?
n***a, you a f**king faggot on the low
We can tell, easy c*m, easy come, and easy go
So take you life, Joe Frasier, or I'ma hit it up
I got the sh*t, n***a, I'm about to kettle up
And like a Colombine n***a, I'm about to shoot it up
And like a hot record, n***a about to blow up
Verse 2 (Jeff2Fresh)
I slay talk, I rich talk, but I ain't about the b*t*h talk
Run up in your house and hop your sh*t like I went without an aim
Blame it on, blame it on the sh*ts, but not on my team
I'm a chopper, on the left I got it on deck
I got the 40s and the 17s, n***a's don't wanna play games
They find a door, I catch em, like they come for breakfast, tired story
Till next year when I get the peace and achieve my M.O.,
I'm possessed, motherf**ker
Off coast, n***a, then I get ghost
You can't ride my wave 'cuz you won't float, I got to go
I got a Glock, b*t*h, I betcha don't wanna choke
I got your b*t*h, she gon' always choke
And I got my Momma, she been rockin' with the llama
b*t*h is caught in the trenches too, separate fiend-s
For the b*t*hes like I used to
You n***a's foolies, rock around like I used to
Knock your brain's out with a couple tool-ies, (Me and my)
b*t*hes in threes and shooting clips like the movies
