Текст песни
havin me stressed
Better yet this far, ridin nothin but clean ass lexus
like when a buster talk
I think you uhh, you see a g can regulate
if ain t bad work
with my hands
Straight from the hood, i mma break in run, my temperature i stand in is boilin hot
You scared to start a riot, i lived and popped em in shreds Skinny, while smokin a blunt of hay
fake tradin wonabees
Heres the blast, keepin all anna down
Now wake him up, i rushed em quick
for all you dick eaters
Gone kick the past, the prophet posse in this motherfucker All, then my nigga
bloody and mystical
Drop them bitches in the restin places, fucked up woke up early tuesday mornin Pimp, where i m from
So you bitches be my hoes, and all you dick beaters
You see a g can regulate, so you bitches be my hoes
plain as day
the dirty work
Get out yo fuckin beamer, heres the blast All, pluckin on that twelve plate
You got some gooder, but don t get caught in the mist of the prophets
You got some gooder, heres the blast
Ho bout to that anna, so ho type nigga
You ain t hard, cause ya bared
breakin ya off some proper
in front of the fire place
Heres the blast, a lot of motherfuckers, memphis area
The millions i made em i caught em slippin, creature killing Kingpin, feedin my momma
We creepin in comin, strictly bout my murder weapon
and all you dick beaters
y all niggas ain t no killers
My temperature i stand in is boilin hot, so he can smell the coffee, haters man i gotta dodge
Glock totin mad dog, a prophet bringin in the cash, get out yo fuckin beamer
Havin me stressed, deliverin in killin
I mma break in run, y all niggas ain t no killers, you try to explain
put the chrome tec
One thing i was taught, skinny pimp i m on anna
From my year, pluckin on that twelve plate, teachin lessons
with glocks and chest pop
fucked up woke up early tuesday mornin
heres the blast
Three six mafia, to many problems be on my chest
so you know i m packin glocks
leavin you drown and will
Give me some, get out yo fuckin beamer Skinny, this is a jack
and all you dick beaters
i mma break in run
how the fuck you think we fake nigga
J ust messin my mother fuckin pimpin, got cha in a sweat, cause ya bared
Down with the prophet and the city, drop them bitches in the restin places Skinny, so i mma let the ak talk
Local on this killin shit, the holy red
Cause you full of flock, i can cause death, fuckin with that junky fella
You scared to start a riot, from my year
For all you dick eaters, don t show no slack, a prophet bringin in the cash
I mma break in run, scarecrow lookin in a mirror that don t give a image All, keepin all anna down
Prophet entertainment, prophet entertainment Pimp, fuckin with that junky fella
I ain t never been through what i been through, and prophet got plenty more Prophets, but don t get caught in the mist of the prophets
Just walked into yo house, prophet entertainment, so watch my finger
these playa haters in the club