Lyrics
I’m a nine buster
No nigga truster
A trouble luster
Bad lil' mahfucka
Take ten paces and draw and I’ll dust ya
Turn around on the first step and straight buck ya
Put my finger in the hole of your head
Lick the blood up, taste sweet
Candy ass from your head to your feet
Told you I was a beast, surround you like Burmese
Pythons, should’ve let bygones be bygones
But you dead, so you fall like a leaf anyway
Till the cops come in the morning, nigga is on display
Now you getting nibbled on by the rats and strays
By the trash, is where I got your punk ass stashed
You became expendable in a flash your stock crashed
I ain’t afraid to blast, fuck a mask, kill for the cash
Witnesses never last in broad daylight
I take a bow to the crowd, bust a shot in the cloud
And be like, «Snitch on me now.»
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
I got a Glock and a dream
Selling rocks to fiends, making lots of cream
Who can stop my team?
Plot and scheme with that gangsta lean my routine
Bitches say, «You mean» cause I’m too damn clean
Ghetto supreme, digital triple beam, yahmean?
Boost my self esteem with a Glock and a dream
When I lose control
May God have mercy on your soul
Take it to the days of old in Compton with Buffalo
Claim you don’t know lotto
Got a better chance at winning
Yo, I ain’t above sinning
Y’all niggas act like women
I’ll snuff you, cut two
Robbed then bucked a few
Wanna die
Black man’s lifespan is 25
So why should I give a damn what I put on my inside?
I keep pork on my fork, play the role in court
Soon as the judge let’s me walk, same night I stalk
Lurking inside the dark part of the park
I ain’t the one playing bum pushing on the shopping cart
Blaze cats like model to get my start
Got my Glock and a dream and a whole lot of heart
Rob stars, dope dealers and rich old farts
For fine art, fight crime unless I got a part
Of the profit, just like them crooked cops kid
And lock shit like a mahfucking locksmith
Never mock this, swim with the fishes impostors
Get found floating somewhere off in the tropics
Hahaha