Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 211, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Chipper Jones Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cutthroat
Song language: English
211 |
| Tape his limbs if he moves let him have it |
| Banana clip on that choppa choppin em down to a fraction |
| Found some cash in his timbs couple O’s in the mattress |
| Street survival tactics joeys badass with automatics |
| To think wise when you fuckin with these kinda guys |
| In your crib until we paid in full bitches ace time |
| I want the drugs and everything up in that safe mine |
| Tellin lies 16 in the clip will give his face 9 |
| I’m not that average nigga that u used to |
| A little unstable than the usual |
| Shoot you and have the doc yellin pull thru |
| Ya bitch can get it too shoot her out her goodie two shoes |
| Ya deuce foo |
| My killers bring the news to ya goof troops |
| Flexin like he the man, introducing the fans |
| Kick his door in to change a nigga plans |
| Choppa smokin die from second hand |
| Blam |
| When you see this hammer better give it up |
| Before this semi auto bust and leave you spittin up |
| Run up with the pump tucked like nigga what |
| Know you in a rush but nigga I don’t give a fuck |
| Teach his ass a lesson walk around flexing |
| Catch him slippin give it up no questions |
| Or I’mma wet ya |
| I want it all I’m not the one you should be testing |
| Second guessing, turn a 211 187 |
| My younger homies got me feelin like I’m Joseph Kony |
| They grab a .40 turn the beef into bologna for me |
| Coulda balled but he rather bang my youngin told me |
| On the block in all black shootin like Ginobli |
| And he’d do it all for a dolla bill |
| So nigga we want it all or get ya momma killed |
| He shook, grade school ain’t teach these kinda drills |
| Popped a still lean flat like he poppin pills |
| Play the field like a sooner hoggin like pumba |
| Play with my mula get this ruger put to your medulla |
| Fatts Krueger not Rick bitch but I’m a ruler |
| Hittin licks racked out like I’m Lex Luger |
| We them niggas that ya momma always warned you bout |
| So when this .40 out I’ll run everything but your mouth |
| In his house we take everything but the couch |
| Uhaulin shit, shit he movin out |
| When you see this hammer better give it up |
| Before this semi auto bust and leave you spittin up |
| Run up with the pump tucked like nigga what |
| Know you in a rush but nigga I don’t give a fuck |
| Teach his ass a lesson walk around flexing |
| Catch him slippin give it up no questions |
| Or I’mma wet ya |
| I want it all I’m not the one you should be testing |
| Second guessing, turn a 211 187 |