- Keisha Plum May Store 歌詞
- Griselda Keisha Plum
- Ah, lets go
I dont feel no pressure, I feel like this my callin
Bought the work, a hour later, I had to flush it down the toilet (Damn)
Every time they kicked the door down, Im who took the charges (Me)
I came back and trapped harder, just in case they thought I lost it (What)
I was starin them pots over with terrorist block soldiers
Yeah, I went from heroin to a Merrill Lynch stock broker (Ah)
She coulda got a pair of tits from the pair of kicks Im quotin
All my hoes crazy, I cant fxck unless she bipolar
Eastside legend like Sly and Rodney C
I really beat white, Im Mr. T from Rocky III
You let these hoes sweet talk you, you n!ggas get rocked to sleep
You pay that b!tch rent, I ask that ho what she got for me (What you got for me?)
They know Im up now, but my only hustle was not the streets (Nah)
So when they touched down, I can still front you a block a piece
I know hoes that wont fxck you and jewelers thats out your reach (Uh-huh)
I dont hate n!ggas, I see em as students that I can teach (Butcher)
Ayo , Im in these streets waist deep (Talk to em)
If I cant eat with you, you cant eat (Hah)
Thats how we give it up on May Street (May Block, pxssy)
May Street, pistol whip you, you get your face beat (Cap)
.40, no safety, tucked right where my waist be (Whats poppin?)
Yeah, race to the top, who wanna race me? ( Uh-huh)
I dont chase money, money chase me (Im gettin bags,n!gga)
Countin these bands, its been a great week (Cap)
'Member, I cooked my first deuce, that jar busted in Renee seat (I was fxcked up)
I feel like Cam , painted the Wraith pink (Hah)
B!tches like, damn, they wanna taste me (Uh-huh), skeleton AP (You see me)
Give me a minute, bro, I cant think (Hold up)
I'm too busy countin this money for the lawyer so my dog can get his case beat (We on the way, n!gga)
Yeah, I been a G since I jumped off the porch ( Hah)
Still ridin with the pump in the Porsche (Cap)
Yeah, still G-ridin, leave you slumped on your porch (Boom, boom, boom)
I came up hustlin the stuff that you snort
Them n!ggas sneak dissin me, thats nothin, of course (Thats light)
'Cause I can have them n!ggas clipped like its nothin, of course (Hah)
Rock this designer sh !t, she wanna know what this sh!t cost
I told her all you need to know is you fxckin a boss (Haha)
Yeah, chopper loaded, lock and loaded, snitchin, I do not condone it
Pop his dome in, I dont know sh!t, I keep goin
Forty pointers, watch is frozen, I send ten
From Toronto to San Antonio but its not DeRozan, box is loaded up
Ayo, we know its fxckin murder, shoot you, aint gon take it further (Brr)
Hit your son up, hit your daughter, shot your b!tch, put on your coffin
N!ggas starvin, my n!ggas in Ferrari with the top off (Skrrt)
And n!ggas bossin, need talk for stunner bricks, dont call Steve Austin (Ah)
Fear of God joggers, joggin, n!ggas think they fake important
To me, you just a fxck n!gga, blow your head off soon as I walk in (Boom, boom, boom , boom, boom, boom, boom)
I dont do no fxckin talkin, ballin, Just Don sportin
GT on Rodeo with my rich white b!tch (Skrrt, rich white b!tch)
N !ggas talkin culture, but not like this (But not like this)
I'm a killer and Im gonna kill again
I wrote this with a devilish grin
I'm lookin at his neck full of gold
I know what kind of car he drove
Holy Ghost, his soul that Calico
Any one of my n!ggas can snuff you
They solid and all official
What would ChineGun do ?
Buffalo is ruthless, throw you off the roof sh!t
Kicked him in his face until hes fxckin toothless
Murderous music, Im from the fxckin zoo
City full of villains and mobsters too
Burner to his dome, what would ChineGun do?
Its Griselda, n!gga
The Butcher, Machine, Gunn, and Plum
Filthiness riddled all in your eardrum
When its a price on your head, its not up for discussion
Two slugs in your b!tch face, those are the repercussions
This n!gga wouldnt stop pleadin for his life all of a sudden
We wipe away your whole bloodline
Thats word to slime
So we waitin until his seeds get off the bus
Guaranteed these lil bastards gonna put up a fuss
And we slittin their throats right in front of you
Thoughts of a criminal, what would ChineGun do?
N!ggas will pistol whip your granny
Run a train on your mammy
I’m spiteful and death is delightful
Yeah
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