SAY YA GRACE (feat. NBS MONI)

I got some money in my pockets, and they ain't got none, They better pick up a gun, or get a fuckin' drum, cause double O is not, one of them fuckin' ones, to be fucked with, Every Glock I ever had came with a stick, if a nigga act up, I bet you he get hit, Go ahead and ask him about, yeah he got zipped, but we ain't gon' talk about that, yeah we sellin' lips, put a nigga in a zip, This money make a bitch want a nigga real bad, told lil mama I'm sorry baby I'm really in my bag, so I can't treat you like nothing other than a strag, And when you're throwin' it back, baby speed it up a tad, if you want f*ck with double O, nigga better get up in your bag The clip came with a lil' extra, nigga I got a specialty mag, fucking with my IMB, that's quickest way to the ICU, Lurking down your block, you ain't see me bitch, but I see you, wanna see a nigga disappear like a magic trick, that shit like poof, I don't even take this shit, seriously nigga still can't touch me in the booth, I'll stabbed that nigga eleven times, let's see if he still the truth, Bitch I roll with demons, you'll hate for me to let him loose, pussy before you eat, nigga you better say your grace, nigga switched up all his gang, damn nigga what a disgrace, she like when I f*ck her, roughly yea pull up on her lace, she a nasty bitch, she want that nut right on her face These f*ck niggas wouldn't be cappin', y'all not in the field, y'all niggas be brackin ', pull up on em slow ask em whathe jackin IMB bitch that's the way I'm stacking ', me and double O really be spazzin 10 milli on my waist, got a nigga packin', SRT, that's the shit I'm draggin Hell no I'm not a dummy, you think I'm crashin' I slide with the O-9, make a nigga say O shit make him lose focus, y'all niggas ain't know shit, nigga on the pavement, not his dead body, really soulless My gun chrome, make ya face like the Matrix, these bullets too fast, man they do all the chasin Red beam at the end, I'm aimin', we really need more bodies, nigga, I'm cravin I'm a devious nigga, got tricks on my sleeves, walk down gang with this ARP we gon' blitz both sides, make 3 man weave , I got 15 in my Glock, this ain't Austin Reaves It hold 30 in this shit so this shit prestige, we gon' catch a nigga like a nigga's organs bleed, we gon' f*ck his shit up to the third degree I'd give zero fucks, this drum hold 50, leave a nigga fried now he nice and crispy We'll brew his ass up like we make us some whiskey, nigga, I'm front line like I play for the nifties Get in your ass, real talk, no diddy, face shot to the ground, now I'm moving real guilty now I'm really off the scene, I move real swiftly, if you really want beef, little nigga, come get me Free ksoo free turbo IMB shit stand the f*ck up No Bull Shit