Dont Get Me Started

Don't get me started RIP to the dearly departed Cause I'm dead on arrival Fresh to death How I'm talking It go with the stroll Cause I speak how I'm walking Ain't no games to be played Its moves to be made So I'm on my way We straight to the money We straight to the point We straight to the pay I dun doubled the bag Tripled the bag I'm hiring now Don't get it twisted I'm firing now You firing shots I'm firing rounds I walk around with a lil stick on me Clip loaded with bombs Bro I'll put it on ya I'm not the type To be playing with niggaz But I'm the type That can f*ck on your bitches This shit be ridiculous I don't be moving on timid shit Was raised with manners You know I'll still smack a bitch We in the A Where them clappers emmaculant We up in magic Cause thats where the magic is Unh They shaking that ass We tipping extravagant F*ck on your baby You know how I'm having it Walk through the back of establishments I know the owner Like my name was Helen This gas I'm inhaling You know how it go My city on fire The streets be on tilt So 10 out of 10 I keep me a pole Stay on my pivot These young niggaz bold If it gotta go there Then that young nigga gone These niggaz wanna act bad to the bone Til its Crome to the dome Now they running home Like its knocked out the park F*ck on lil baby late nights Yea we after dark I'm breaking hearts I don't got time for that shit Last time it tore me apart Now I'm on my shit We gonna f*ck and that's it I'm not bout to stress bout a bitch Pockets on thick We turn that 5 to a 10 Now we gonna do it again Uh Now we gonna do it again Uh I want to hit you and your friend Uh! Aye I'm just talking my shit Uh Gang Don't get me started Rip to the dearly departed Cause I'm dead on arrival Fresh to death How I'm talking It go with the stroll Cause I speak how I'm walking Ain't no games to be played Its moves to be made So I'm on my way We straight to the money We straight to the point We straight to the pay