Lyrics

We into it 'til you die, real street ****
At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, ****
Shoot up everybody that's outside
Bet Wooski feel this one
I bet Wooski still twitchin'
He changed, somethin' different
Haha
(Glockley)
Gang-gang since potty train campaign
You know what the fuck goin' on with me
They put your muscle in a wheelchair
Therapy can't be workin' 'cause that pussy **** still here
This the 'Raq and you don't live here
I shot plenty **** in the 'Raq and, pussy boy, I'm still here
I don't wanna hear no get-back
The whole world witnessed your main sniper get his shit splack
And you ain't even get your lick back
**** lyin', play with one of mine, somebody gettin' gift-wrapped
Hold up, I think I hear Pluto talkin'
'Member Krump was tellin' me that he couldn't wait to spit in Pluto coffin
Waldo, we don't do the walkin'
Think it's sweet, get did like J Money when Lil B popped out shootin' targets
I don't really mention dead guys
But smokin' Tooka get you done like Koopa, now you makin' headlines
Matter of fact, fuck all your dead guys
This the city where we show no pity, pop out late like vampires
I don't wanna go to Club O no more, **** get left in the door
Gang in this bitch, caught bangin' his bitch
Heard "grrah," left brains on the floor
Look at what happened to DThang, they know how we came
Wooski got shot but he changed
What happened to Lil Moe? What happened to Lil Steve?
Sheroid got hit fuckin' around with BT
So many dead ****
You gettin' extorted, so you bringin' the bread with you
A million dollars cash you paid the guys not to get on your ass, ****
Run up on me, I'ma blast, ****, I ain't goin' out like the last ****
You goofies keep mentionin' Wooski but know not to play with that Cash, **** (Cash)
Who made the O? Shit, I bet my neighbors know
It's time to up the score and you just might be next to go
Let's get it
Written by: Tristian Hamilton
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