(BiGBRUHKiNG)

Yeh
Yeh

Got that pump
I call it Ghazi
60 rounds that Maserati
If you need it then I got it
All my n***as bout it bout it
In St. Charlie
Getting loaded
Sippin’ tonic
Lick a shot
Buss 5 times that bitch get hot
I wrap the grip wit the bandana

Proper posture with the pistol hold my shit just like a copper
Stand my ground
Might as well say fuck NY
Imma pop ya
Imma have to shake the spot
You gon’ have to see a doctor
Go ahead and bring ya squad
My guys drop from helicopters
You do beef like peasants n***a
We do ours just like the swat
Thunder and the lightning from the Glock
And now it’s raining shots
Exercise my right to keep it on me
Cause these n***as wild
Comin home to see my fam
I put that shit there on my mama
I ain’t worried bout no karma
...without a warnin’
Constantly they ring regardless
Imma keep it honest
Yes you know the heater on me aye
And I keep it on me
Dose you like a needle homie
Real quick and easy on em
(Damuel)

Every time it rain
My tears fall with some mo’ shells
I’m prayin’ that my dawgs that died are not in hell
Yea
I ain’t got no sense
But I got fingers on these presidents
The shit I’m smokin’ evil
I got zombies in my residence

From the bullets to the chalk I love to zip you up
Rollin with that Glizzle
At yo’ noggin
Best to give it up

Smoke yo ass right after work
Sit back and watch my addicts twerk
Take some wounds in battle best to use yo’ shirt

Tell yo bitch to drop her purse
Cause this lead’ll hurt

I don’t know them losers
Bounce up off the set or eat some shit
You can ask them ladies
Like some albums
I be droppin’ dick

Yo bitch a double platinum
Skin Diamond with the spit
Yeh, yeh, yeh