Law

I said, this beat good, brave
Fat, fat
Bow
Toodle
Long live Wazzy, long live Todd, long live the Reaper, niggas
Let me speak about this
Shit get complicated if you hold up your wrist
I ain't using my fist as a Glock with a button to hit your ass right in your shit
I'ma hop out the whip, don't run
Where the fuck was you at when they came
Nigga, give me your gun
Nigga, spoke on a man that got stabbed on
Nigga, spoke on a man that got stabbed on like some gun
What the fuck, you don't know
If you live by the gun, you gon' die by that bitch
Nigga, don't send her my way
Nigga, don't send her my way, you gon' be missing your bitch
I know how I bust him, I ain't tossing the switch
Where the big ass tents, I'm vaccing that bitch
All them niggas outside, I swung the dope and then hopped out the ride
They still ain't do shit, that nigga been dead
Moggy suit with a wig, I'ma go in the sky
I might land this, y'all get up like surprise
Ready to try and go, you can see it in his eyes
I know my pill kicked in cause I'm scratching the triangle
Bitch, lot of blood on that 40, I call it my toy
For your free CB, I be missing a man
And when you come home, you know we gon' split
You know when you come home, you getting your wrist iced out
And then we gon' take us a trip out the four
Cause they grieving like shit, cause the grunts checked out
But hold on, you know we got to go through the bricks
It's two minutes away
And that nigga was losing his mind
He was speaking on rent and his dumb ass fell in magic
D.O.A
Don't stand on that block, that's how you get hit
I really was geeking like shit
I went through that bitch, came back and I'm changing my fit
Nigga, all that free car wreaking like shit
I'ma go out the creek, they be leaking like shit
I just need me some blow, I'ma take it wherever
Go block out the block and them niggas together
Long live Todd, I'm outside with no shirt
Nigga, long live YG and your name, I'ma work
Nigga, long live the reap, I'm missing your purse
He told me he can't go through cause he don't got a cop
Your opps up the street, your head in a job
Try to come down here, you ain't making it far
Nigga, I'm getting up close, you can't whip out your bun
Nigga, raise up his hands, he gon' die trying to fuck you
If we go on the move and we know that he tight
If he lift up his hands and his ass to the light
I empty the black too fast for 30, I had to get 50
Sat in that room, that nigga turned me
They get behind this, that shit'll get tricky
We losing them niggas, they get behind this
Keep it up, keep dispatching shit
I hear the car running, we all getting old
Nigga, even my driver hopping off the whip
Don't ask for a drop, you know where I'm at
I'm geeking for hats, I ain't geeking for caps
She like, what's on the back of your Glock
She like, what's on the back of your Glock
That's a Blackhawks truck
On my shoulders, my bags know that
Nigga
Toodle-oo
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