Murda Season

Nah for real we going straight in nigga kill shit Let's go come on Uhaul with this shit gelato sliding down ninety-five Riding with some shit that'll get a young nigga five to nine Said I'm all about my back end pull out bust all on her spine I told that hoe I love her but do that really make you mine Every day I leave the crib I put my life out on the line Pass the work off to the gang but I will never drop a dime And I ain't never been no snake so can't no nigga call me slime I like my head with passion baby girl take your time Threw a five in the club that's how a trap nigga unwind Got the best bags in the city I drop the ticket you cop a dime Nigga don't do nothin bout no weight How the hell you call yourself a boss and all your niggas ain't straight Yeah I'm a greedy ass nigga need some more food on my plate Sad to say before I was trapping this gas a nigga had to take I'm locked in with my migos man I feel just like I'm take I'ma off your ass you go against the gang nigga All I know is slang nigga My boy taught me how to work that pot I feel like kane nigga Free rozay up out that motherfucking chain nigga Thought I was finished nigga I'm going up in this bitch again Thought I told you don't even hit my phone if you ain't tryna spend Only show up once a year nigga you remind me of mc ribs I got quela for life that ain't my bae that's my rib Get to dissing on the block I think you want your life to end Treat my bitches like my glock it's time to put extensions in Everything I say non fiction and it's coming off the lid Bought the black out just to handle business Seventeen up on my hip you bet not give me lip Yeah I'm him you can't compare got too much dip up on your uhh uhh And no conscious in this bitch I'm letting it rip You can't name a beat I ain't kill You can't name a bitch I ain't flip Known for bags and them scrips Pull the vacuum seals up turn the stoves on it's gelato in this bitch Come on