just know P carry the llama
They bury you before they bury your mama
You can call me the king,
S -430 blowin' it
Two -way to FedEx, the hitman of the fix
His plane touched down
at a quarter to eight
O 'Hare Airport, of course it was late
He hopped in instantly,
we rollin' the grapes
Told him about the Syrian niggas
that was holdin' away
Barbies, restaurant,
he took fish, I ordered steak
Told the nigga,
we need a bigger portion of plate
All you do is collect money,
we order the crates
Life in the feds is hard,
you ignore my fate
We need a better price on the product,
a discount on the key s
They got a cheaper with the Vietnamese
Once they craze, come with the trees
And they bring it to us
He replied in an ill manner,
who could you trust? Yo! After
I pull my strap out, strap out
My memory just blacked out
If you don't pull your strap out
Then you can never pull it out
Lonely niggas strap this shit
And if you don't blast first,
then we all die too
Yeah!
Lonely niggas strap this shit
And if you don't blast first,
then we all die too
Yo! I'm just waking up in the morning,
man, I love my life
Got out of bed, took a shower,
gotta get it right
Phone ring as I step on the marble
DBI see when I answer,
I'm business,
they can't stand me
Who could it be?
It's my dude from Chicago
Big chipped up Marcielago
Biggie Koop, the noob, there I go
Jumps in a G4, fine, hi, bro
Fold up the laptop, I enter the area
50 states, small figure,
that guard at a barrier
I'm still moving as I jump in a spaceship
Cock that 50 cal guns to they faces
It's really good,
so what's happening baby
We the dudes, we can't lose
Gotta make a nigga pay me
I'm Godzilla as I'm pushing the pride up
A hundred niggas hustling,
we ready for drama
H2s, a hundred keys and coca linds
We dope stuff, we need it cheap
and we still cop steep
It's the God It's the God Yo!
After I put my strap out, strap out
My memory just blacked out
If you don't put your strap up,
then you can never pull it out
Only niggas strap this shit,
and if you don't blast first,
then we all die too, yeah
Only niggas strap this shit,
and if you don't blast first,
then we all die too, yeah
wiped out off the earth
with my clockwork
You know it's gon' hurt
with my strap work
Yeah, I'm fuckin' your wife
till her cock hurt
Up the block in a 7 .3 driver skirt
Snakes still feedin' foes, no cut, no rub
Up the block, goin' up, numbin',
beastin', beastin'
Slappin' niggas for no reason,
cause niggas typey
Niggas don't like me,
cause I pipe as wifey
Niggas fakin' from the 600, gunnin'
On the backstreet,
cussin' when there's nothin'
When my choppa dump, I leave niggas slum
Up the block in the drop, nigga, what?
I'll you