Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I remember I ain't even have no dinner, ****
Now I'm eating seak and lobster, no more chicken tenders
I remember we was beefing with some other killers, now they dead
'Cause really me and all my brothers spinners
I'm just saying when we catch him, we gon' spark his ass where he stand
Left him laying by the garbage can in front his mans
I ain't playing, shit get darker then pitch black
Heat go "click-clack," who go harder than us?
Pray you don't become a target then
I remember when this shit got started, we was all beginners
January ain't here yet or December, middle of November
What up?
I'ma keep getting money all winter
No limit, no law, got influence over all members
No limit, no law, fuck the rules, I'm a law bender
Always in attendance, clear the smoke, that was my agenda
All he do is bark, he ain't got no fucking dog in him
I grew up with heart, pull up, put the whip in park
Simple hop out, let it spark, put some hollow tips in his temple
Everything'll go on the menu, name some shit I didn't do
Head shot, head shot, face, face, he got left with pimples, dimples
Now his body cold, igloo, it's official, get your issue
Mama nose need some tissue, everybody saying they miss you
Rap but I won't never diss you, no homo, the pistol kiss you
Play with lions, tigers, bears and them bitches bit you
Cut your grass everywhere 'cause them snakes'll hiss too
Draco got a switch too, go off like a missile
If them boys get to starvin', they eat through the gristle
Thought I heard a purr, pussy boy, it fit you
I'm rich, bitch, 100k my wrist, Swerve whistle
This shit lit, I'm having whips, mansions and some 'pents too
When you pay that shit in cash, how they gon' evict you?
Do it better than your last, how they gon' forget you?
Get that paper spinning, you can't take it with you
Bank with knots, drum on the Glock, either way, you can hold 50
Ride around with menaces, all the windows tinted
Might be rented, hop out, shoot some shit like Cole Bennett
Written by: Herbert R Wright
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