$uicideboy$, Black Smurf - Free Gucci lyrics
[$uicideboy$, Black Smurf - Free Gucci lyrics]
You say you flippin' dope in
The trap with your ho?
But see, I'm 'bout that murder
Catch a body with the burner
Talking this and that
Triple six in the sticks with a Soulja rag
$uicide B-O-Y, ain't no compromise
Walking 'round looking like
I'm from Columbine
Homicide's glorified on my side of town
Better have protection if you
Fucking walking 'round
Me and Oddy catching bodies
Then we rolling gaudy
Always foggy when I'm creepin'
Black all on my body
You say you driving Maserati
But I call your bluff
Always murder, then I rob 'em
Money ain't enough no, money ain't enough
Creepin', sparkin'
Thinkin' maybe if or if I shouldn't just
Take this Nine and plead the fifth
But on my life I will protect
I don't rock for selfish niggas
45 all in your chest
I'll have you running, man
I guess that why you so upset
You think you're hard, huh lil boy
You say you with the shit's
Until the dogs at yo' door
And run all ya' chips
Was hatin' now ya on the floor
Ya' partners gon dip
Then put them lights in his eyes
I bet he'll snitch
I'm moving Hector he just playing with it
He pussy
A couple bands'll have ya layin' still
Don't push me
The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter
Boy, what's happenin'?
We talkin' - well boy, we can make it happen
It's nothin'
Back in all black, bitch
Give me that backpack
Fill it with a sack and a stack
And that's that crack in the pack
Bitch, I need to backtrack, real talk
Need a trackback?
I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the weed
Need to ash
I'ma need the green, that's dope and money
Smoking honey
All Mac pack in a black Cadillac
Ain't no thing funny
Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting
Stick yo' hand out, i'll start slicing
Advising sacrificing all you lice
And I start pricing
I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise
I'm icin' Sprite and lean
Enticing me 'till I KO, I might be Tyson
The trap with your ho?
But see, I'm 'bout that murder
Catch a body with the burner
Talking this and that
Triple six in the sticks with a Soulja rag
$uicide B-O-Y, ain't no compromise
Walking 'round looking like
I'm from Columbine
Homicide's glorified on my side of town
Better have protection if you
Fucking walking 'round
Me and Oddy catching bodies
Then we rolling gaudy
Always foggy when I'm creepin'
Black all on my body
You say you driving Maserati
But I call your bluff
Always murder, then I rob 'em
Money ain't enough no, money ain't enough
Creepin', sparkin'
Thinkin' maybe if or if I shouldn't just
Take this Nine and plead the fifth
But on my life I will protect
I don't rock for selfish niggas
45 all in your chest
I'll have you running, man
I guess that why you so upset
You think you're hard, huh lil boy
You say you with the shit's
Until the dogs at yo' door
And run all ya' chips
Was hatin' now ya on the floor
Ya' partners gon dip
Then put them lights in his eyes
I bet he'll snitch
I'm moving Hector he just playing with it
He pussy
A couple bands'll have ya layin' still
Don't push me
The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter
Boy, what's happenin'?
We talkin' - well boy, we can make it happen
It's nothin'
Back in all black, bitch
Give me that backpack
Fill it with a sack and a stack
And that's that crack in the pack
Bitch, I need to backtrack, real talk
Need a trackback?
I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the weed
Need to ash
I'ma need the green, that's dope and money
Smoking honey
All Mac pack in a black Cadillac
Ain't no thing funny
Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting
Stick yo' hand out, i'll start slicing
Advising sacrificing all you lice
And I start pricing
I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise
I'm icin' Sprite and lean
Enticing me 'till I KO, I might be Tyson