one thing I will never come around Here is goodbye, if you try to change my mind You can count on one thing I will never come around never come around
on one thing I will never come around Here is goodbye, if you try to change my mind You can count on one thing I will never come around never come around
told you You're dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come
we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?) Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance Thugs don't fuck around
that your boyfriend stopped rappin' Does a bird chirp, Lil' Wayne slurps syrup til he burps And smokes purp, does a wordsearch get circles wrapped around it like you do when I come
on me, [Verse 2] Boy, I'm the real McCoy, You little boys can't even fill voids, Party's over kids, kill the noise, Here come the kill joys, Me and Dre
sweeper nigga Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at from fuckin round with the mi-dack Eleven, twenty-four, act 47 Fuck who's standin around
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley
that your boyfriend stopped rapping Does a bird chirp? Does Lil Wayne slurps syrup 'til he burps and smokes purp? Does a word search gets circles wrapped around it like You do when I come
dogs on me, [Verse 2] Boy, I'm the real McCoy, You little boys can't even fill voids, Party's over kids, kill the noise, Here come the kill joys, Me
that your boyfriend stopped rapping Does a bird chirp, Lil Wayne slurps syrup til he burps And smokes purp does a wordsearch gets circles wrapped around him like You do when I come
re the heaviest, stop or you're gonna get Caught, 'cause we never rest, drop this on ya We're the heaviest, you would never wanna Talk shit 'cause we come
Amity Scars upon the grill of your friends family Workers utilized and brutalized Informats scrutinized and crucified Wakes firebombed, functions shot up The jakes was not alarmed
a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shit Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit You better come on, girl, throw
cop me a Benz when I COME UP I'ma cop me a Beemer when I COME UP I'ma shit on the phonies when I COME UP I'ma hit all the homies when I.. [Chorus] [
hit, bitch?? When it sound like this! Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a rhyme at this click Fuck around and miss, then fuck around