Big brr, brr
Ayy 30, ayy, ayy, 30
Yeah
The chopper stay so close to me that you'd think we neighbors
This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him
We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
Yeah, I'm a real gangster, did some shit you can't rehearse
My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who gon' scope it first
Own many cars, they go so fast that it came with some [?]
I go get free shit out the store, 'cause I'm fuckin' the clerk
He was talkin' gangster on the net 'til we found where he work
I can get you whacked for a lil' cash or a couple of percs
Took a nigga pole, "Sheisty, why you do that though?"
Ayy, I'm from South Memphis, we brought up in gorilla mode
If you don't deserve it or won't shoot it, we gon' let 'em know
I'm tryna break down a Cuban, and had me some GG4, let's go
Thought we was gon' ride the SRT, I got that whole [?]
We just threw a party on your block and didn't even clean the guns
I'm smokin' exotic 'til the foul, I'ma burn my lung
I'm havin' choc-latto mixed with pounds, one-fifteen the drop
The chopper stay so close to me that you'd think we neighbors
This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him
We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
Yeah, I'm a real gangster, did some shit you can't rehearse
My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who gon' scope it first
I'm in the field with choppers, you can't come up on this turf
And I'm from Killbranch, we known for killin' killers first
A customized chopper, thought I scratched him with a Nerf
I'm startin' to slide, and I shot my third victim out a vert
I had a Glock 'fore I lost my virginity, these niggas envy me
Hundred shots out my Infinity, my opps remember me
Fifteen shots in my FN, I call this bitch my mini me
Bitch talkin' 'bout matching energy, bitches be killin' me, let's go
Dope comin' from where the Spurs play, I'm where the birds play
I just ran a [?] in these [?] but my third play
Reach for these VV's, we let off shots right where the turns be
Lost me out on Tuesday so we pop back out on Thursday
The chopper stay so close to me that you'd think we neighbors
This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him
We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
Yeah, I'm a real gangster, did some shit you can't rehearse
My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who gon' scope it first
compositores: Rodney Wright, Christian Morris, Lontrell Williams
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