Lyrics

[Intro] 100 round gun Bitch, I'm heroin on a spoon I'm dope [Verse 1] I fuck her, now she tapping out Sex and that we chop it up My life, I never planned it out We living what we rapping 'bout Cooking crack and keeping count Get that brick and bust it down Catch a ? and skip the town 100 rounds, bitch, I got ? ? when we come around Your main bitch, she suck me down ? Hang with killers, cannot hang with clowns I got the stove, I got the pot, I think I need an apron now I got the clip, I got the Glock, get the addy, knock 'em down I'm just thinking out loud, these lil niggas actin' out ? know how to fight Don't let that nigga knock you out Be careful what you say, nigga ? on that spray, nigga I'm on that track with Zay, nigga You know this tape worth eight figures My mama tryna save niggas I'm just tryna to take niggas Can't no nigga play with me, I'm certified using that K, nigga You beef with rich shooters? Nah, you better pray, nigga 50 bags I can blow on clothes That's just in the safe, nigga [Chorus] Fuck up the mall Lately I've been showing off Make your bitch lick my balls This Section 8 is continental now ? bitch, I'm in and out (I'm in and out) But the 'Rari ?, I'm in and out (skrrrrr) Fell in love with selling bags in streets, turn me out Oh, oh, oh, oh Nigga jumped off the porch and went to sell the ounce Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce [Verse 2] I've been running into trouble since the fucking ? Mama used to beat my ass, that shit made me crazy Nigga, rest in peace to ?, showed me my first brick And nigga rest in peace to Bobby, let me shoot my first stick ? My own family, they kill my family, nigga try to murk me And my mama used to say my father name cursed me And my grandfather said "You can pay for all ?" Rich shooters keep a gun, nigga, where we all sleep Will I live, will I die, nigga, that's beyond me But that ? yes that's all me Can't fuck with these ? niggas, rob em all week If my bullets hit yo shit, nigga, please don't call me ? 24/7, no sleep ? We be fuckin' checks up, we got keys to the streets [Chorus] Fuck up the mall Lately I've been showing off Make your bitch lick my balls This Section 8 is continental now ? bitch, I'm in and out (I'm in and out) But the 'Rari ?, I'm in and out (skrrrrr) Fell in love with selling bags in streets, turn me out Oh, oh, oh, oh Nigga jumped off the porch and went to sell the ounce Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce