(every fucking track its that dudeylo ni**a man, you know the fucking vibes) (cmere) Rock him to sleep its not a dream yo Dee watch how I knock off a sleaze awakened from the hell realms he cannot compete, in the scene we raise our beams to knock him out his jeans, streets stay slimy they’re filled up with piles of snakes its like a mile till we win (fuck it) lets spin through the eighth (fuck em) I’m dressed for my team looking clean my bro BLOODIE got bloody from a hit (on his jeans) mist of smoke in the air we enchant new affairs,we leave ni**as deceased when we lift up a chair they fear we hit them with a scream of cheer (ni**a) (AHH AHH) pistol whipping 5ths any 8 can get it too (BOW BOW) dedicated and great lets celebrate blowing baloons we’re not cool with the goons no more that shit is over due (O geez K) look over my shoulder a barrel in my range rover arise out of a sea of closure we’re in deadly disposure 40 kal he’s a boulder I send messages I’m not a tourist in these rhymes a purist who plays ruthless the crime on the streets is how I prove it play aware with a beam beautiful glock, ugly bullets, (boom) eat a good diet stay healthy or we’ll split your pumpkin no halloween then send missiles through it cause we’re shooting a scene big o y moves ruthless smoke in a chimney when I shove my stick into it its smoking hot with grey charcoal lotti fell and hit a hole (CMERE!) he bluffed you ni**as dont want smoke with us no time to lower my chop up in my prime while BLOODIES on hots tagging oppositions get out of my face multiple positions multiple dribbles multiple rhythms you are laced Ask us about the terms we’ve did enough its firm ive been perceiving lies so we can clutch my ni**a quan in jail cells he’s name's been ringing bells but life feels pale with no hugs free movelook and free oh shit Dudeelow he is my jit not the jet (free O Y) dthang why’d you tell on your man I swear if it was mines his ass would’ve been banned you had broke your promise and snitched you stole a couple of grand you’re a fucking rat whos wack you planned and took the stand (not buggin) sending shots I send my shooters outta vans in advance a bunch of next level rebels enhanced with plans full of desires fire trembles heavy check the score we do rallys relly got shot in his back fuck the sweepers shits cap geez done nothin for rah rah when he died they were sad (on god) they need to get back some of my brothers stars others shooters in a black whip with a semi sitting right by ooters booting off rip look at the drip amari tags on my jeans big dudeelow I am the threat its never in the name nor neither displayed but you still get the text so read between the lines you can still catch these flames there’s laws which to abide hustle, hauling with gang (AHHH AHHH) No time to lower my chop up in my prime while BLOODIES on hots tagging oppositions get out of my face multiple positions multiple dribbles multiple rhythms you are laced

Hellish closure