Studio Session

Uh, yeah (Drvmlord)
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ha
Yeah, Grim Reaper Gang bitch-ass nigga
Uh, uh, yeah yeah

Glock on my hip for protection
(Hip for protection) anywhere I go keep
Some killers with me
They be thuggin' all up in my studio session
(All in my studio session)
If it ain't 'bout the money
Then I ain't tryna beef
I ain't got time to beef
(Nah) or go back and forth
With a peasant (On God)
Donuble R Gang really steppin' on shit
Better watch what you say 'cause
You fold under pressure
(You fold under pressure, bitch)
Got the lo' from the thot bitch, boy
You should've knew better (Ha)
Say you won't go, but you let her
Every time we pop out
In traffic, we straight, ain't no telling
(yeah, yeah)
Hit the gas and the engine start yelling
And the whole city know we the
Ones doing all the steppin'
(The steppin') , they tellin'
So we won the credit (yeah)
Ridin' 'round with dirty stick like
We was starring in Belly (Belly)
Don't play with the gang
'cause it's deadly (On God)

Uh uh, yeah yeah
And I preach this shit like a reverend
(On God)
Still ride 'round with the dirty stick
Drac’ with the cooling kit (Woah, woah)
We gon' send you to Heaven
(Send you to Heaven)
I must admit I'm a addict
Addicted to Actavis (Uh, uh)
I put the lean in my beverage
(Shit in my beverage)
It's fuck all them niggas and
All of them bitches
Talk down on my name for some leverage
(Just for some leverage)
Uh, this rap shit a blessing
(Woah, woah, uh)
Free all my niggas that locked up in prison
I know my people depending on me
(yeah, yeah)
So I got to get up every day and go get it
(Get up and go get it)
And I be feeling the energy
(Woah, woah) , these niggas envy me
Get in your bag not your feelings
I might just go cop me a
Coupe just to blow out
The roof just to pop my
Shit all through the city
(Pop my shit all through the city)
No, I can't argue with you
Get to sparking at you
(Nah, nah) , dropped the gun
So I know he ain't with it
(Know he ain't with it)
Just got a drop on him, move me a pint
I got brooms (Woah, woah)
So you know this shit finna get wicked
(Finna get wicked)
AR's and Glock 47, Draco hold a sixty, no
(Woah) , we can't show him no pity (Brrt)
Woah bitch-ass nigga
Uh, uh yeah yeah

Glock on my hip for protection
(Hip for protection) anywhere I go
Keep some killers with me
They be thuggin' all up in my studio session
(All in my studio session)
If it ain't 'bout the money
Then I ain't tryna beef
I ain't got time to beef
(Nah) or go back and forth
With a peasant (On God)
Double R Gang really steppin' on shit
Better watch what you say 'cause
You fold under pressure
(You fold under pressure, bitch)
Got the lo' from the thot bitch, boy
You should've knew better (Ha)
Say you won't go, but you let her
Every time we pop out
In traffic, we straight, ain't no telling
(yeah, yeah)
Hit the gas and the engine start yelling
And the whole city know we the
Ones doing all the steppin'
(The steppin') , they tellin'
So we won the credit
Ridin' 'round with dirty stick like
We was starring in Belly (Belly)
Don't play with the gang
'cause it's deadly (On God)

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