lord to see it through And I'm never never ever Givin' up on you and... You won't save face Or state your case So speak your peace Fuck it - just fuck it
Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Yeah, Herm Fiasco (fucked up, all night) AZ (fucked up, all night) Hey AZ (fucked up, all night) Hey AZ (fucked
I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man 'Coz I do things the Don way It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway Leave no evidence Fuck
for dope when tryin' get live hoes Skams ain't for slow besides i ride rough you just ain't a pro (So what?) It take pain to grown no name to know (Ha
games sewn But it's sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fuckin
style, I can spot it. Tryin' real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you don't got it. And my skills are excellent.Diggin' in the Crates and it
big ol fuckin bumper kit comin down 5th wheel slammin hoe just fannin bitch Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that
air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha
title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it
it for the hood Where there's alotta homicides at Where killers ride at, and OG's reside at It's rugged son, I love it son I see it every day Fuck that
pain Trying hard to stay alive, stay alive Out in these streets Man, sometimes it can get so tough Yeah, yes, it can, yes, it can, yeah It can get so
dick Get started Legs parted I hit it so hard the pussy farted And now it's time to depart it She took the rubber off And then she shoved it in her mouth It
I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch You can get it long as you old enough Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man Take it from the gunners ememies
a hater now, be glad I made it now I know I probably rubbed you the wrong way But fuck what the song say, for the record, check it [Chorus: Rell] Still
make blunts Siamese I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of Early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it
fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em Yea fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em Yea fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck
