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ComptonAsstg
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ComptonAsstg
ComptonAsstg
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Whoaday
****, ain't gotta fuck with me, I'm better solo
Mean muggin', tatted to the neck, somethin' like a cholo
Yo' bitch wanna bounce on my dick, somethin' like a pogo
Reach for this chain on my neck, and you get the fo-fo
It's real in the field, **** dyin' for no reason
It's ironic how it's hot, but we turn it to cold season
Swimmin' in a puddle of blood, that **** leakin'
Paramedics try to wake him up, but man, that **** sleepin'
In the South, gang bangin' with no reason
Raised around drug dealers, and some real crip streeters
Oh, Lord, ****, I'm a cold demon
Lookin' for a prostitute to bring the bag and sip semen
Thought she was your mamacita, I been pipin' every weekend
I just slid up in her DMs, and she started slidin' VISAs
Remember it was high-top Chucks and Dickies with the creases
Only fucked lil' mama once, so how she lovin' me to pieces
Michael Jackson, I'ma beat it, I be havin' pussy creamin'
She a lady in the streets, but in the bed, a ballerina
Got my work from out the country, 'cause my plug from Argentina
Yella fuck a nine-to-five, I rather get that shit illegal
Fell in love with the hustle after watchin' Benny Siegel
Had to cut some **** off, 'cause they was talkin' to them people
Givin' secret information, why you talkin' to them people?
Still in the G code, prolly off you when I see you
Real **** in the pen, from **** runnin' they mouth
When they get greedy, snatch a chain, or we flockin' a house
Always comin' home late, granny lockin' me out
In the county, **** talkin', then I'm sockin' him out
If you don't know me, lil' whoaday, then you not from the South
If you snitch, your choice of death should be a gun up in your mouth
I couldn't call upon you **** when my life was a drought
Now you **** wanna dick-ride me, 'cause you seen my clout
My shit like cocaine, every line, I know they feel me
I'll be damned if a pussy **** kill me
I stay with mine, .40 Glock with a long extension
I put a bag over the barrel, so ain't no shells missin'
Closed case, close range when I bang mine
I whip the wheel, and be shootin' at the same time, it's game time
Suckers know what's hangin' when they see us
Power Ranger **** only active when they teamed up, my team up
Who you think get active when it's time to slide?
Last operation, TEC jammed, so ain't nobody die
Fuck gettin' packed out, you tryna bang, then gatch a homocide
Name ringin' bells from the South to Atlantic Drive
Whoaday
Fuck gettin' packed out
Just wanna bang, then catch a homocide
Name ringin' bells from the South to Atlantic Drive
Closed case, close range when I bang mine
I whip the wheel, and be shootin' at the same time
Suckers know what's hangin' when they see us
Power Ranger **** only active when they teamed up
Whoaday
Written by: ComptonAsstg
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