buzz lightyears (Splashie Remix)

Head tap, we ain't givin' out no leg shots Switchy up on that glizzy, knock the rasta out his dreadlocks Put em in the blunt, now we smokin' on them dead opps Oh shit, Rushie, Gooood Day I done seen it all nigga you ain't seen enough I seen a nigga oot a nigga cuz he beat him up It's a cold world, so I keep that heater tight Bring the beef to your front door like it's Pizza Hut The streets cold, them niggas better get a coat Let a nigga hang himself, I just go and get the rope Them lil' niggas in the hood, I just give em hope I put scriptures on the beat, I just give em quotes Sometimes you gotta do the less just to get the most If you catch a backstabber, leave him with a slit throat Where I'm from, niggas don't fight fair Type of shit I seen a give a young nigga nightmares Affinity and beyond, the judge gave him Buzz Light Years Secure his J-Pay, man, I even send that icare Free until he free, I had to let him know that I care Free until he free, I had to let him know that I care I really do a hit, it ain't shit to me Mask up, nobody knows it was a mystery Cause once you gone, you'll be memories and history Once opps lost, it's another one's victory How you got your hand out and never did shit for me I can paint a picture with these words so vividly It's lit when I see this nigga, man, he like a Christmas tree Spent that block so many fucking times, I know they sick of me Heard this nigga mad cause his bitch, she wanna get with me She gotta be a dyke if the bitch ain't feeling me Letter after F, uh, uh, bitch, I'm still a G These niggas out here hanging with these rats, they be killing me Every time I leave, she be screaming that she miss me Hundred fucking chains on, I'm looking like I'm Mr. T In that trap grinding, feeling like I'm Pusha T Her pussy get wet every time that bitch look at me Rob who? Only at the clubs, they be booking me Location on every fucking pic, ain't gotta look for me Realest nigga that you ever met, you could write a book of me Hit that bitch and then I spin-a-roni like I'm Booker T I'ma feed the streets, splasharoni with that fucking cheese And your favorite rapper, he can't f*ck with me A hundred apes, nigga, I ain't with that fuckery Niggas throwin' subs, but when they see me, they be ducking me I ain't ducking no smoke from a op, nigga I done stabbed niggas, I done shot niggas Ask around, I bet these niggas know my bop, nigga Lay off till my day go I be throwing up that rock, nigga