
Date of issue: 09.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
100 Bars & Gunnin' |
strap that nigga |
From the M.O.B., run this shit down like |
From the M.O.B., run this shit down like |
Bitch, I’m on a mission, my destination the grave |
Aim my chopper to your head, then I take off your toupée |
Mobbin' four deep inside of a bucket, the transmission slippin' |
Had a conversation with the devil, told me, «Get to rippin'» |
It’s the Grey*59, throw your six up in the air |
Darkness fallin' from above, step across and, bitch, beware |
I’d rather die from my feet than to live up on my knees |
True soldier from the trenches, trappin' out the seven seas |
Fuck with me and get your wig pulled back |
Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shack |
This shit is kickin' in and I just don’t know how to act |
My remembrance is enough, 'bout to pull a hijack |
Crash a plane inside of the buildin', now watch the bodies burn |
As the world turns, police sirens comin' but I’m not concerned |
Suicidal, lay my ashes inside of a gold urn |
Shootin' at these bustas so you know murder is what I yearn |
Get a call, it from my uncle, tell me, «Nephew, what you doin'? |
Come to M-town, we can get some money and pick up the chewin'» |
Ball 'til the day I fall, hundred gold spokes when I crawl |
Keep my back along the wall, watch another pussy fall |
Mind fucked up, keep the toolie like I’m Bobby, mane |
In the kitchen whippin' up a storm and standin' in the rain |
'Til you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay |
Run up, bitch you don’t wanna |
I keep my gun up 'til the sun up, creep on the come up |
I push this gat into your stomach, bitch, I’m the gunner |
You think you ballin', you no stunna 'cause I’m a hunter |
This is a stick-up, lay it down when I come around, a mask over my face |
Buckin' at the window, drive-by, bitches give me space |
I don’t need to talk to nobody 'cause all you suckas fake |
Bitch, you mad about the fact that your music don’t make plays |
Sellin' reposts, you’s a ho, I need ten to spit a flow |
Twenty bands up at your show, Gorilla comin' out the sko |
Brown paper bagged up, St. Ides sippin' |
Like I said in the beginning, I’m a killa on a mission |
Better back the fuck up 'cause shit’s about to get real |
Call upon the fucking devil so him and I cut a deal |
Searchin' for another meal, could give a fuck how you feel |
Bitch, you fuckin' with the wrong one, I’m 'bout to make you squeal |
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