letra de (og bobby johnson remix/cover) - martin da rapper
[verse 1]
neva lackin’
that choppa on me at all times
n-gga wanna act up let’s show him this ain’t just rhymes
ain’t pillow talking to no n-gga
you’ll hear those shots go off when it’s bedtime
broad daylight when it’s wartime
i will neva leave a n-gga wit my whereabouts
opps everywhere i look
i’m the man ‘round my side of town
young n-gga with connects call me michael jordan
he just made a billion, don’t worry i’m coming
been fincessing these dummies out of they money
my squad ain’t with the drama so be cool like water
ice in my cup call me soulja boy on the beat
trust me if you don’t have my payment when i come for that sh-t
ima crank that heat
[hook]
word on the street i’m a suspect
been hanging with those k!llers on the block by the projects
over there if you try to correct a n-gga you get that tec on your mom’s back
i feel like spilling blood where dafu the crips at
[verse 2]
tommy got that 30
mess with him if you want to get murky
i don’t understand these thirsty hoes
all i need is money
20,50,100s
drop it all on a gold chain just to show i’m stunting
she going thottie just to be my honey
but ain’t sh-t sweet
say one wrong word you get left on the scene
red beams everywhere
man they love them things
and they don’t aim for legs they go for heads
keep your body to yourself i just want head
everything for that bread
cookin’ up that dough for the whole team
better not disrespect or you’ll really get wet (bang)
[hook]
word on the street i’m a suspect
been hanging with those k!llers on the block by the projects
over there if you try to correct a n-gga you get that tec on your mom’s back
i feel like spilling blood where dafu the crips at
[verse 2]
holding that work better watch your back
rob you for your packs
and if you talk back you’ll be a wrap
otf that’s on my back
last n-gga we dropped was a rat
free my dawg from the pound or we’ll have to get him back
30 clips on my clique
they’ll all be gone in a minute
my money do digits
yo money a midget
my squad can never go legit
‘cause they really wit the sh-ts
even if they know the culprit they’ll never admit
‘cause we don’t do snitches
[hook/outro]
word on the street i’m a suspect
been hanging with those k!llers on the block by the projects
over there if you try to correct a n-gga you get that tec on your mom’s back
i feel like spilling blood where dafu the crips at
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