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MO3
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Melvin Noble
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ay, why they lying to them people, like, tell them people the truth
Say they been mislead, they been misinformed, like nah, ****, this ain't no diss rap
I don't diss rap, ****, my partner dead and gone, happy birthday, though
You **** know what's up with me in real life, though, that's on gang!
Don't hurt nobody, don't do 'em bad (Do 'em bad)
'Cause I been traumatized, blame it on my past
If I say so, my youngins gone crash (Oh, they gone crash)
They better lay low 'cause no, they don't want that
This is for my enemies, please don't tell on me
They heard about my background, got too much felonies (Forreal)
Knowing I won't back down, that weapon stay on me
And I'm yelling 219, that's my memory
They don't wanna talk about the real shit? (Nope)
Go tell them people how them boys got hit up (How they do it?)
Gunfire, slanging iron, pull-up with sticks, huh (What?)
They shoot something, this ain't no mutha fucking stick up (It ain't)
Clip taped to the choppa, ****, this the one
Looking for 30, heard the opp tryna get rid of us
You heard about a rapper sprinter in the cross fire?
Yessir, I did, I heard that bitch got extra ripped up (Gang)
Just got off the phone with Mr. Hit-That-Ho
He like chill, but I ain't tryna hear that shit no more (Nah)
I don't see these boys, I'm on a different flow (what?)
Whack something, then I'm gone, won't nobody know (Pow)
All they partners got hit up, you better check the score
I'm conniving late night, and won't tell a soul
Rapping ass ****, do a trick or something (Huh?)
Bet I'll put that lil bitch in a figure four (Yeah)
All on IG with that riff raff
Scrolling down my timeline, I'm like here he go
I know these **** hear me through their stereo (They do)
I leave some bullet holes bigger than a Cheerio
They was on my dick 'bout a year ago (they was)
Believe in god, lil ****, I don't fear a soul (I don't)
Go and ask them **** what I do to 'em (What?)
I make it hard for 'em everywhere they go (Yeah)
Don't hurt nobody, don't do 'em bad (Do 'em bad)
'Cause I've been traumatized, blame it on my past
If I say so, my youngins gone crash (Oh, they gone crash)
They better lay low 'cause no, they don't want that (Gang, gang)
This is for my enemies, please don't tell on me
They heard about my background, got too much felonies (Forreal)
Knowing I won't back down, that weapon stay on me (Pow)
And I'm yelling 219, that's my memory (Yeah)
Every one of these **** coming to get 'em, hit 'em up in the rental
My gorilla not gone say a thang (What?)
Thinking about slanging that iron, I'm moving lane to lane (Forreal)
Calico eat up a **** like someone Raising Cane's
I fell in love with my hitta, gotta go pick 'em, it's a lot of these ****
I'm finna stop 'em, that's what I been thinking (Thinking)
Couple killers in my circle know they occupation
We be down that block, it's an abomination (Grrrt)
Pretty lil choppa gotta be gold, fam (Yeah)
Hanging out the window when I roll it down
You'll think I got class from a stripper, ****
The way my young **** swing that pole around
Bitch, I'm Osama, El Chapo (Chapo)
And they know to lay low when the bro in town (Foreal)
Everywhere I go, they know what's going down (What?)
Couple sticks stuck to me when I roll 'em out (Yeah)
No Freddy Kreuger, I'm Michael Myers
Black monkey suit and a ski mask (Yeah)
Black on black choppa with three flags (Forreal)
I ran a handle, bitch, I'm Rambo, don't make me mad
Pull up with a stick and make that heat flash
I was thinking 'bout buying me a G-wagon
I be in the cut, ****, keep laughing
I don't know about no beef, I'ma keep smashing (Yeah, yeah)
Don't hurt nobody, don't do 'em bad (Do 'em bad)
'Cause I've been traumatized, blame it on my past
If I say so, my youngins gone crash (Oh, they gone crash)
They better lay low 'cause no, they don't want that (Gang, gang)
This is for my enemies, please don't tell on me
They heard about my background, got too much felonies (Forreal)
Knowing I won't back down, that weapon stay on me (Pow)
And I'm yelling 219, that's my memory (Yeah)
Written by: Melvin Noble