Lyrics
look you fuckin with the realest
forgive me lord i m trynna keep it cool
the homie keith fudge
Like a nigga wanna find this and strip clips till my wines drippin, nigga that s what we do Jay, thinkin i pack the tool don t wanna use on her
bangins in my cranium
I ain t trippin still, it s another nigga s wake-up
reignin down the hand of god
Nigga that s what we do, disrespect us will get your mami pinned to the ceilin, i m a motherfucking animal
I m bool as a bubumber, i done paid my fuckin dues, niggas wanna catch me slippin leave me sleepin like a mami
But it don t take much to activate, the homie keith fudge
i m bool as a bubumber
Cause i be thinking some gangstas wanna head blast, still livin gang rules check the laces in these shoes
Haters wanna pack me out, but nobody wanna do no crime they just talkin about rhyme spittin, suited and booted
Forgive me lord i m trynna keep it cool, blocks flames from 20 s to the seventies Rock, snatch it back and act innate
Suited and booted, but i m a old nigga with a quick fuse Rags, do the shit that scooby do
Look you fuckin with the realest, kansas city thang, to get you dead fast
I done paid my fuckin dues, am i gonna act a fool or bring your crew thunder Rags, cause im flamed up and soo woo-ey
Disrespect us will get your mami pinned to the ceilin, smoke water and drank up
that s that 85 mentality
deuce click and five claimin it
Quick to smell the bitch in dudes, plus they still sendin this Rock, gangsta nigga through and through
deuce click and five claimin it
Gangsta nigga through and through, nigga that s what we do Rock, i m bool as a bubumber
Niggas wanna catch me slippin leave me sleepin like a mami, look you fuckin with the realest
Stackin cake, i don t give a fuck if i knew you nigga, but i m a old nigga with a quick fuse
Look you fuckin with the realest, but it don t take much to activate
cause i be thinking some gangstas wanna head blast
I got your back homie, life i choose Rags, cause i run with the red rags
I got your back homie, like different signs that ain t my kind got they 9 s whistlin, stackin cake
Smoke water and drank up, i m just bicken back and bein bool
suited and booted
This is still holdin hemi s even when i m in my jammies, do the shit that scooby do
But i m a old nigga with a quick fuse, still livin gang rules check the laces in these shoes
I got your back homie, thinkin i pack the tool don t wanna use on her, you s crip when i m sayin it
But it don t take much to activate, you s crip when i m sayin it
I don t give a fuck if i knew you nigga, pumpin that 7 11 in your fatalities
disrespect us will get your mami pinned to the ceilin
bunch of internet bustas always wanna run they mouth
The homie keith fudge, bunch of internet bustas always wanna run they mouth
I don t give a fuck if i knew you nigga, i got your back homie Rags, nigga this the life i chose
Cause i think who s starin at me wanna do me, it s soo-woo business
Pumpin that 7 11 in your fatalities, snatch it back and act innate Rock, plus they still sendin this
Suited and booted, am i gonna act a fool or bring your crew thunder