Black on black crime....
It’s terror when I’m mobbin - shotty and the steel when I ride fam
I’ll give Erron a few bucks or the meal - nigga that’s God’s plan
I’m wild fam, catch you chilling witcha wifey and I’ll ice tha slut
i let the 9 point at your ‘dime-n-ring on ya bitch’ like you wifed her up
Your life get took - I’ll give my goons all types of orders
I’ll tell ‘em grab the silver and peel his top like quarter waters
Twin glocks I’m gripping, and every shot is hittin,
I’ll have ya mother crying bout her loss like barcotic bitchin
But when I’m really trippin, your whole family in danger
Head shot your daughter, now she can really be daddy’s little angel
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