the greats
• Written by HoodNeck8nt9Trublz
mad hats fat gats money stacked up like jenga
got an issue well then say hello to my lil trigga finga
he's been itchin to pop off for sometime
like a pimp who slaps his bitch that don't toss off
I'm in my prime and I'm breakin ankles quick
Have you missin it a ditch if you cross that line bitch
yee
my gat well it's steady fuckin fittin
I am M.j. you just my shadow scottie pimpin
on these beats I'm steady rippin like pants that a fat bitch
just don't fit in
Skinny jeans can't tuck any type of beam
thats why I wear baggy jeans so I can pack extra clips
all the way thru the seams
incase I neeed to toe tag these enemies pushin lines
shiftin in a 6 7 linconlon every time murdered to the tee boi.
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HoodNeck8nt9Trublz
Member since January 2 2015