Morele, this song's dedicated to my Darkonejo,
aka Kanjo, Mr. Perterous Flow.
Don't trip, fuck these fools.
A little rap jam from my right
Another vato's bout to bite the dust.
I hold it down in my Southside town.
he know where to be found
What the fuck? Another drive, I was up
Killing everybody when the
AKs, 47 rounds to the head
Empty the mag, holla at you fags
Thought you held it down,
Here's the plan, do the job so neat
Time to chill, lay low on the deal
No fingerprint or suspect to get
All my enemigas get blasted up
All my enemigas get blasted up
Yeah, you all buffed up with your tattoos
So instead of catchin' one,
dawg, you're catchin' two
Little cock, smokin' dissa on the internet
I reach through your Macintosh
Tried to keep the beef wrapped,
Now I got a infrared pointin'
you with a loaded clapper
In a three -piece, clean and dapper
Tryna be a G, man you got no school
Acting all gumbalo, yes I got you the tool
En emy goes crack when the
Haha, to fuck your whole day up
Homeboy, all my enemy guys
Think you calling shots, homie back on up
All my enemy guys get blasted up
Gon' have to work us hard,
You ain't worth a sixteen,
Between your eyes, Saturday surprise
Bring some tears to your half -eyes eyes
You get a new tux, perfect size
Tryin' to clown with your bullshit rhymes
Used to do the bang shit,
then I did the slang shit
now it's back to the gang shit
Roll deep with the S's that I hang with
With my conjo up a twenty -fifth
Little homies do the hideous shit
You on the wrong side of town,
Mastermind job, want me fast,
All my enemikas get blasted up
Mastermind job, only that's what's up
Think you're calling shots?
Kulejo and Kupo 'o, imperial
Oleg Kulejo don't trip, dawg
I'ma hold these bastards down
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