Kim Loxx run my
house,
take drugs in the city
You're a time -out step -o,
throwin' strugglers with me
Bad bitches be in love with the killers
Mad niggas,
mad niggas wanna bust outta niggas
Ay, see that's why
Huey don't fuck with you niggas
Attitudes matter more,
had enough of you niggas
Look, this is the deal,
swear you real, but fake as hell
I take your gal out on the aisle
to make my mail
Notebook paper,
watch how my records sell
Fuck the needles,
cause I am off the record scale
So
S -T -L -A -K -A, hustle up
AK will spray to your face
if you fuckin' up
It's been shit, yeah, I'm bout that
What make it worse, nigga,
I know where your house at
I catch you chillin' on your couch,
cat -couch
Hook, knock your brains out,
then I'm out, jack, splat
It's all money, yeah, I'm bout that
Blame me for 30, boy, I doubt that
Doin' it big, I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
It's about money, yeah,
I'm bout that
Money for dummy, I doubt that
Doin' it big, I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
Gangsta shit, all of my niggas live that
Gangsta shit, all of my niggas did that
Spin that, spinnin' flats,
broke tools, killin' tracks
Enemies, where you at,
owe me money, give me that
None fiction, all facts,
we ain't bust a small gap
Big time niggas with money,
none of them small stack
And fell off, but through it all,
we done crawled back
So green, white girl,
X bills, all that
Ex -cons over her, been to jail, came back
Can lock my birdie places,
never gonna change that
OGs and train cats,
taught em how to aim at
Lame cats, the same cats,
leadin' all you gang cats
Niggas bleedin' from the brain,
cat, next to the train track
It's a shame, man,
niggas snitchin' where they ain't at
They're waste of shit,
you bout that, bout that
You ain't miss a bit,
I doubt that, doubt that
It's all money, yeah, I'm bout that,
I'm bout that
Blame it for dummy, boy,
I doubt that, I doubt that
Doin' it big, I'm bout that,
I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that, I doubt that
It's all money, yeah, I'm bout that,
I'm bout that
Plenty for gummi, I doubt that
Doin' it big, I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
Not to brag, but the loot rank number one
For murderin', murderin', servin'
And I mean I'm too dumb
and dumber
Startin' shit this summer,
make moms wonder
Better yet,
miss somethin' when my guys come
I bet they won't miss nothin'
Contract killers, so I bet they gon'
Hit somethin' with somethin' we
ain't never seen before
Gettin' somethin' while the cleanest
ain't cleanin' your clothes
Look nice in this life,
talkin' bout the industry
Shit get retarded if we
argue the enemy
Crime's what it's finna be,
crime, no sympathy
I love this life, this the time of the century
No mistakes made, bitch, nigga,
this was meant to be
Made to be hated,
know that it isn't me
And that butt of my brother,
I'm bout that, bout that
In trouble, motherfucker,
I doubt that, doubt that
It's all money, yeah, I'm bout that
Plenty for 30, boy, I doubt that
Too many people come bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
It's all money,
yeah, I'm bout that
Plenty for 30, boy, I doubt that
Too many people come bout that
Runnin' my crib,
I doubt that
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