Lyrics

Aye
Aye
Aye
Now as I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I might just
Crouch where them **** had slept
I might just
Put a… on his chest
I might just
Glllh
Glllh
Glllh
Okay
P R
O
Two Four
Big D'lo born in the
Two triple O
I might walk down on a ****
And you know I'm gonna blow
Got a S on my chest
Ain't no kryptonite though
Got a little nippy
Got a heater for the cold
Riding for my brothers
I can't go against the code
My name in yo mouth
What you talking bout
I got two shawtys boutta move to Atlanta now
And I ain't scared to fight
But I shoot too
Keep on playing with my money
I'll shoot you
Keep on playing with my shawty
I'll shoot you
Keep on playing at my crib
I'll shoot through
The peephole
**** say that he getting cheese
I peep though
I'm too busy I've been stacking chips
Casino
I know **** get shot everyday
Okay
Had to ask her
"Why you think yo **** can't"?
Hmm
P R
O
Two Four
Big D'lo born in the
Two triple O
I might walk down on a ****
And you know I'm gonna blow
Got a S on my chest
Ain't no kryptonite though
Got a little nippy
Got a heater for the cold
Riding for my brothers
I can't go against the code
My name in yo mouth
What you talking bout
I got two shawtys boutta move to Atlanta now
As I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I might just
Creep where yo big homie step
I might just
Glllh
On my yes
I might just
Okay now
Walk down
Face shots
Head top
Fast money
Crack rocks
That
Pyrex goin non stop
Flllh
Beep
Flllh
Beep
Creeping
Creeping
Creeping
Aye
Walk in this bitch with my ****
And we booted
All these **** tryna move how we moving
All these **** wanna do what we doing
And it's all because they bitches be choosing
Aye 24
Can't catch up
I know God looking out I'm blessed up
I heard **** getting mad that I'm next up
If I'm next up
Broken Dreamers next up
Shit she fit, tone, hair long
Shawty bad
And you know I'm really tryna hit that
Plus lil shawty spoiled
I tell her no she a cryer
Get in that pussy
She get to singin' like Mariah
Fuck is **** talking bout
What they talking bout
Glllh
Bow
Diamonds keep busting I'm setting a mood
**** ain't on this shit mane
P R
O
Two four
Big D'lo born in the
Two triple O
I might walk down on a ****
And you know I'm gonna blow
Got a S on my chest
Ain't no kryptonite though
Got a little nippy
Got a heater for the cold
Riding for my brothers
I can't go against the code
My name in yo mouth
What you talking bout
I got two shawtys boutta move to Atlanta now
As I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
(No weapon formed against me shall prosper)
Make a mess
I might just
(Slide down the block with some monsters)
Creeping
(Creeping)
Creeping
(Creeping)
Creeping
(Creeping)
Scheming
(Scheming)
Might leave him Paraplegic
(Paraplegic)
Ooh
I'm tired
Written by: Braysean Dillard
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