A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Max B

"Out On Bail"

[Hook]
Light a spliff of the piff and put the pedal to the floor
Imma  ride on you mother f*ckas like never before
See  cause all my n*ggas ride, Gain Green, you ain't Thug Life, you ain't no what this gang mean
I can tell you what it means, it's bud and guns
Never label me boujee n*gga I come from the slums
It's  Biggavelli baby I got this sh*t in a smash
You  n*ggas be sucking di*k im in it for the cash

[Verse]
Heard them cats say I ain't comin back
n*gga  they heard that I was finished
I'm back better than ever
I'm back to handle my business
I'm back with the vengeance
Caught  em slippin, crept up behind em
Hear them paramedics wrapped him up like an Anaconda
He ain't comin' back, mother f*cker n*gga me neither
That's the past, leave it behind
I'mma put it beneath em
These n*ggas think they can see me
My story deeper, I copped him a quarter-pint and he told me the 40 cheaper
You n*ggas is enemies and I ain't showing no pity
When I bomb, b*tches they kiss and tell me my di*k is pretty
The burner will leave em smelly
The burner's under the Pelle
Just peep the game and know you n*ggas learned it from Biggavelli

[Hook]
Light a spliff of the piff and put the pedal to the floor
Imma ride on you mother f*ckas like never before
See cause all my n*ggas ride, Gain Green, you ain't Thug Life, you ain't no what this gang mean
I can tell you what it means, it's bud and guns
Never label me boujee n*gga I come from the slums
It's Biggavelli baby I got this sh*t in a smash
You n*ggas be sucking di*k im in it for the cash

[Verse]
n*gga look out, I'm out the pen
I ain't come home from the bull
I'll bail out it again, so f*ck what you thought
Never take this sh*t for granted
That's why I stuff an O of the Sour D just in case I ever get a minute
Man these mother f*ckas tried to take me out the game for good
Tried to two-trouble them b*tches and now he can't come to the hood
He back out in the raw, told him go f*ck his momma
The only ego he stroking is Jesus and the Boss
Shoulda known Biggavell was popping back up on the scene
n*ggas look mad, ya'll supposed to be happy I'm free
You traded your soul for riches (yeah)
Just like a co-defendant, b*tches thats on the stand begging for my forgiveness
They sitting on legal woes, and I dont need you hoes
Paper plating these n*ggas food for thoughts, now I feed you flows, oh (oh)
n*gga yous a disgrace to this sh*t
If hip hops dead, my di*k in your b*tch, gotta love me (oww)

[Hook]
Light a spliff of the piff and put the pedal to the floor
Imma ride on you mother f*ckas like never before
See cause all my n*ggas ride, Gain Green, you ain't Thug Life, you ain't no what this gang mean
I can tell you what it means, it's bud and guns
Never label me boujee n*gga I come from the slums
It's Biggavelli baby I got this sh*t in a smash
You n*ggas be sucking di*k im in it for the cash

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only.
Copyright © 2017-2019 Lyrics.lol