Est. 2000 unreleased by Blxmbo Lyrics

All my life these niggas thought I was mental
They don't even know the half of what I been through
Had to get the pistol with the fucking grip too
Put it to ya chest and let this fucker rip you
Rip you
Clip you
Let these hollows tip you
Like a stripper nigga no way they gonna miss you
Miss you miss you now your family miss you
They don't like what happened so they try to forget to
Had to flip a pack to get to where I'm at
Started off with nicks and now these dutch's fat
Bitches ask for dick 'cause they know I can match
Swear I seen a Jake did the race like a track
Swear I met some fakes now I know they just wack
Say it to they face, get tense, they get smacked
If I gotta spray, cooler kit on a mac
Niggas start to hate 'cause I'm just spitting facts now
If you want smoke let me know I won't back down
Said she want sex 'cause my dick blew her back out
Heard they wanna flex run up on 'em in the trap house
Said they wanna flex run up on 'em click clack pow
Infrared beam
On a machine
Niggas move back
'Cause this shit mean
If you don't lack
Let that bitch sing
Jakes come around
I ain't seen a thing
Must've been luck
'Cause I see green
In my double cup
Purple and pink
Think I'm fucked up
Think I'm a fiend
Shorty wanna fuck
Went through the team
If she wanna fuck we can get a couple rounds in
Think my dick is stuck from the way I been pounding
Had to make a move she was moaning too loud and
Screaming my name drxco established 2000