#Blacc zacc madden 21 trial#

I see them pictures, them niggas need a stylist Street nigga for real, boy, my trigger finger callused (Boom boom boom boom boom) ‘Cause if it take too long to find you, then we visitin’ your mama, nigga (Hahahaha) Look, duckin’ and hidin’ only get you bigger problems If it’s smoke, we spinnin’, bitch, I promise (Brr) Spin the yard, pull up bar, big as Iguodala (Yeah)Īnd lately I’ve been gettin’ bigger dollars, talkin’ digits with the commas (Talk) Look, my city is the wildest (Ha), I know niggas up in islands (Wo) Griselda, we took shit over like how long it really took? (Uh-huh) I thought these niggas crooks, why all these niggas shook? Sneak dissin’, same niggas used to call me for a hook, right? (Ha) I bought some water, watch how salty niggas look I used to hustle on Doat Street, the carbon in the bushīaggin’ up at this fiend house, she shootin’ doggie in her foot, ah Niggas dickridin’ rappers real hard to get a look (They pussy) Long money, talkin’ billions, nigga, and I want several (Talk to ’em)Īin’t worried ’bout them niggas, all them niggas puss’ I got some rope in the trunk, tape and one shovel I got a shooter in the New York, I call him Young Melo (Hahahaha) I put some diamonds in hon’ bezel, it’s dumb yellow (Uh-huh) Know some gangstas in Arizona playin’ the field like the Sun devil (Ha) Smoke come out the barrel when the gun settled (Brr) Used to serve yay, wordplay on Big Pun level (Woo) Jordan pack 5s, gun metal somethin’ special I heard the albums niggas just put out, yeah, those cuteīut I’m the best, TT3, B.O.P, those proof Hold two joints in the whip when I roll through the toll booth Took the long road, you niggas lookin’ for shortcuts throughĮxpose who, nigga? I’m hood as a gold tooth They ask me if I feel famous now, nigga, of course I doĬorporate moves, my office and my business resources grew This life crazy, every minute someone recordin’ you Should’ve got a Grammy nod, but fuck it though ’cause Royce and Freddie family ties I put a brick on my block and a yacht in the open oceanĪ felon, I’ve been convicted, irrelevant what I’m spendin’īut what matter is I’m doin’ better than what’s predicted, mmm I did more numbers with half your budget, I hope it woke ya You gotta pay me what you owe, or nope, I won’t consult ya I know ’bout hard white and them ex-con flights to OklahomaĪ pale heart, I’m Dale Earnhardt with a smokin’ motorīlack Sopranos, I took the oath for La Cosa Nostraĭid it my way, I got the most of these culture vultures It’s crazy that I’m still talkin’ yola, made a brick do yoga Turned one to three and yelled “Hallelujah” Heard he got max in the supermax, word is I’m diesel like Luger

#Blacc zacc madden 21 trial#

The band on the Patek black, my nigga blew the trial So many chains on, bitches askin’ where my neck at (Where your neck at, nigga?)

I’m in the X7, whole neck glitter (Skrrt)Ī cold world make the TEC shiver (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot), don’t contest that (Ah) We doing operations, niggas left the zippers (Ah) I win the lotto in Tulum, caught him in the showerīeat him with a mop and broom (Ah), his chopper’s in the locker room (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) I’m not a role model, bullets in the air, I’ll make your soul follow (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) The gold bottle, drinkin’ gold bottles, gun on my hip

When I bag the dope, I’m reekin’ of Creed

Got the dope stench stuck in the walls, Dior goggles (Ah) Out in Oakland in the Rolls (Skrrt), might’ve been one of Felix’sīricks on top of squares on the bed, we worth a God figure salary Left the kitchen drenched, so much remixin’, we vicious Me and fake niggas, we don’t really blend Author Azlyrics Posted on OctoTags Jordan Leave a comment on Popp Hunna – Ksubi Lyrics Westside Gunn – Hell on Earth, Pt.

I’m snorin’, it’s borin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get the fuck if you ain’t on no whore shit I don’t wanna smell her breath in the mornin’įrom the back, yeah, she like when I record it She don’t want me to stop, so I keep bussin’ (Uh-huh) Spend ’round that ’til you can spin (Uh-huh) I don’t know, motherfucker, but I’m tryna win (Uh-huh) Then I tagged bro out, then I tagged bro in (Uh-huh) Skrrt in a ‘Rari, who the fuck is this bitch?Ĭalled her a bitch, she got on my nerves and I ain’t say sorryįuck is a sorry? Bitch, I ain’t sayin’ no sorry Walk out the party, bitch, I walk out this shit Me and fake niggas, we don’t really blend He don’t get money, it’s doesn’t make sense Hater blockers, uh, I don’t see no enemies