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点击复制Hunnid Gs
Bone crusher I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long d**k ya chick like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes
I got 'em all in bad moods stompin' on shoes I never lose
I don't give a ****about how you're feelin'
Got the roof on fire legs to the ceilin'
Sexual healin' we throw on that Marvin Gaye s**t
Got two black burners that'll melt your facelift
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat like the summer check the forecast
We kamikazes microphone aeronautics
We bounce off promoters like West Coast hydraulics
Narcotics we keep a stash in the gun box
Right near the mask and the wig are the fake dreadlocks
Bumboclaat box of ammo in the pocket
It's all fun and games 'til your eye's hangin' out your socket
Watch how you're talkin' to my goons it's guerillas
Shooters ruthless all types of killers
Hunger Game s**t they're fightin' for block space
Box cutters Gem Stars'll ox your face
Watch how you're talkin' to my goons it's guerillas
Shooters ruthless all types of killers
Hunger Game s**t they're fightin' for block space
Box cutters Gem Stars'll ox your face
Hey yo I got a problem with authority
Lawyers handle problems accordingly
They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me
I gotta make sure my corner eat
Over the stove pot leaned to the side like I'm pourin' tea
Black man in a foreign V emblem on the door and seats
Either you a hustler or a thief
All I needed was a quarter ki'
In the corner me and my dawg regulated like Warren G
Sold it hot but I bought it cheap
Got it from Miami back to P A like Ross and Meek
Huh borrowed your b***h for a week
She hold my guns and bricks I give her d**k for a storage fee
You talk slick but can't afford to be
And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where your daughters be
Step on work with foreign sneaks
Everything foreign so my b***h look like Kimora Lee
Watch how you're talkin' to my goons it's guerillas
Shooters ruthless all types of killers
Hunger Game s**t they're fightin' for block space
Box cutters Gem Stars'll ox your face
Watch how you're talkin' to my goons it's guerillas
Shooters ruthless all types of killers
Hunger Game s**t they're fightin' for block space
Box cutters Gem Stars'll ox your face
Yeah bandana tied around the nozzle pop pop
The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe pop pop
Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile
You could be double crossed by your apostle that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C O B flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere the atlas here is Westside
Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died
His wife is Columbian got Columbian neck tied
I went from roaches in the cereal to flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo
But culture vultures don't hear me though
Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal
While b***hes out here with a burnin' bush like the Moses miracle
Why the ****would I touch a thot with some gonorrhea
I give her the hammer I call it a blammer that's onomatopoeia
Go look it up you don't read books enough
That's why Crooked's up in your Mamma Mia I'm a G n***a
I'm a G n***a