.357

Lyrics

(Access denied) [Hook] Real nigga always keep the switchblade tucked Access denied, that's the clique of the month No you can not have the pack little cunt You gon get sparked like this weed in my blunt When I start swinging, you better hope I don't hit you When I shoot my shot better hope I don't miss you Wanna run the block with my motherfucking missile Switchblade tucked, belt buckle in the middle Real G shit, real [?] from the block Test my patience, you'll get shot Nigga tried to rob me just to see what I got .357 for the motherfucking opps Don't get shit Fly as a bitch Sitting on my throne, stayin' fine till he snitched Opps in the lot, and that's never gonna change I'm with the mop, we just tryna get rich [Verse] Fuck what you heard nigga fuck on your mans Run up on me then I'm changing your plans [?] Ride around the block, looking for a skin Lowrider creeping through the alleyway creeping 2 AM, everybody still sleeping When I'm out at night, I'm the fucking grim reaper Catch me down there with my motherfucking heater Fuck what you heard you get put in the dirt Switchblade on me, you can get hurt I'm the evil that's on this fucking earth [?] show me what you worth Nigga I'm creeping so stop all that talk I'm in your hallway I patiently stalk You cannot hear me I quietly walk This what you get since you wanna play cop (Y-U-N-G-X-S-T never forget that motherfucking name nigga I'm the realest nigga in this fucking game nigga If you fucking try me you gonna get fucking knocked out your fucking head nigga You understand what the fuck I'm saying right now You already know what the fuck going on nigga Y-U-N-G-X-S-T, access denied 2019 we getting this shit [?] let's get it motherfucker, ay) [Hook] Real nigga always keep the switchblade tucked Access denied, that's the clique of the month No you can not have the pack little cunt You gon get sparked like this weed in my blunt When I start swinging, you better hope I don't hit you When I shoot my shot better hope I don't miss you Wanna run the block with my motherfucking missile Switchblade tucked, belt buckle in the middle Real G shit, real [?] from the block Test my patience, you'll get shot Nigga tried to rob me just to see what I got .357 for the motherfucking opps Don't get shit Fly as a bitch Sitting on my throne, stayin' fine till he snitched Opps in the lot, and that's never gonna change I'm with the mop, we just tryna get rich