welcome to the mob i cud have your ass whacked or i cud give u a job



g stand for gangsta, unit stand for u niggas in trouble
im locked n loaded baby on the double

she used to be the sweetest girl the sweetest girl evaa eva
and now she like sour ameretta
she wears a dress to the T like the letter
n if u make it rain she will be under the wheather
she used to run track back in high school
now she tricks on the track right by her school
she take the loss cuz she dont wanna see her child lose
so respect her or pay her for the time used
n then she runs to the pastor
n he tells her there will be a new chapter
but she feels no different after
and then she asks him....


I still move work from the am to the pm niggas got beef ima sprayem wen i see em

U dont needa kno ma name, u dont needa kno my game
all u need ta kno is i aim to kill, think for a second n my words fire at will
tearin u apart from head to toe, now all thats left is bones
haha but i aint finished, il take those bones n burry em with a grenade in it
standin 10 feet away so i can feel u explode, then load a clip, n let go with it
screamin fuck this world its a bitch, and wut goods reality wen u cant get ahold of it
5 months agoo i fell to a bottomless pit, so much blow my nose was gettin sick, moved
to b.c. n dug my self up out of it, now i can admit, wut i did wuz stupit, im cleann
now so why dont u stop talkin shit, gota full time job n i commit myself to it
and i aint talkin illegal its straight legit, but dont think im not slangin the chronic haha
its jus a little extra cash to add to my wallet

Fu*K all you haterzz mann!

ive been on the block
whippen up pots
dun sold my share of rocks
made my share of stacks
now that im rich bitch i aint goin back
i cud teach u
but thad make u rich to
and id rather jus beat u
but i dont feel like gettin carried off in cuffs
ive done a bunch of stuff
still selling weed but i dont give no cuffs
u want the good shit u best have the big bucks
i aint tryin to say much
but i drop bombs
so jus let me light this dutch
and im goneeee
bittch

fuck u fuck the cliq u roll with
i roll bitch with two glock 9s
got every mother fucker whisperin about mine
and any muther fucker thinkin about tryin
will be on the other end of a slug dien
i aint playin bitch
go ahead make a wish
if god answers it
then your one lucky ass sucka
my gun might jam and not blucka blucka
but il still gun buck ya
i told u mutha fucka
i aint playin
so stop sayin shit u cant back
i bring beef u cant hack
and guns big enough to blow a whole thru your back
then il send u back home
with your back blown
n no back bone
biatttch
u weezy wanna be

yeaaa my grill is ill
ice bright white like jahlil
ohh did i do that throwin up signs
like we in a frat young money bitch
see me wen u wana
likely onda conaa
yellow diamonds look like a fridge full of coronas
owna your seed looks like cubic zirconia
and we gon keep it funky like pubic aroma
hit him with the glock, lie, put him in a coma
and what that boy got... uhhh glaucoma
yeaa my weed is stronger, i smell great
im into witheseen(smith n wessen) im in a snail race
and my watch is worth like 80's
why cuz we got crack rocks in the watch baby
n u cud stick to me like scotch tape
plenty colors in the chain nigga fuck bape
n im cold like upstate
so icy like a mother fuckin cup cake
these hoes feel my funcshua
she cud eat me alive il be her entre

I got diamonds drippen off me carats n stones
Looking like I jus left sierra leones
And my money getting chubby puttin calories on
U fools jus carryin on f’em
They all watch me
They all copy
My flows like murder im on top see
What are you senseless
This is forensics
I don’t spit I throw up my intestines
And with the money im reckless relentless
Im up in the mall spending what you call a pension
Girls with horse legs I ride em like a western
I give em extra time im the tension
Im a samaurai up in em yall fencing
My flows sicker then ne thing u cud mention
I wasn’t born I was sketched then invented
A lab test gone bad im the invention
Its for respect yall hustling for a cheque
Im paid Thomas Setersens on my neck
Like bob I send Clair Netherson cheques
U dig u dig u dig
don’t be mad at me smile for your majesty
Im so bright the sun wanna battle me
My neck look like its from another galaxy
My wrists look like I bought the whole gallery
Wut u kno about that hard case louis box
I open it up it looks like a jewellery shop
Haha and that’s why im on top yeaaaaaa

barely raised by my disfunctional fam
here i stand as a disfunctional man
quick temper short fuse n its brisco parts
demons tearin at my soul till its ripped apart