Publicity Stunt E

1017. Brr. He's tryna pull up for publicity stunt. These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month. Don't speak on my name, don't get put in The blunt. You can diss all you want, still Won't get a response. It's still Free Gang 'til They get out the joint. Stop beatin' 'round the Bush and just get to the point. You wanna be me, I know what you want. But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt. Live by the gun, then you die by the Gun. Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I Done. My nigga got bunned and he went on The run. Got my roof in the trunk and My trunk in the front. Trap in the ceiling, I'm thinkin' of dumb. Kill for a living and Murder for fun. We ain't 'bout to pull no Publicity stunt. Nah, we ain't 'bout to pull no Publicity stunt. Why you diss me for publicity, Nigga? Is you in the streets or in the Street, nigga? Is you my fan or my enemy, Nigga? My money too grown to be kiddin' with Niggas. I been in niggas, play talk on the Bunk. One nigga didn't pay, he got stabbed and Run up. Say he my opp but try dappin' Me up. Give a round of applause so we Clappin' 'em up. Trappers R Us, come in traffic With us. Gon' finesse on your bitch, spend our Taxes with us. Say we the reason the prices Went up. I ran off on the plug and I doubled it up. These old niggas just don't Know when to shut up. Better call yourself Legg If you walk on a crutch. I got long arms, I can reach out and Touch ya. We got them slangas, they send off To Russia. Ain't no disputin', I kill like I'm Putin. Got a truck full of shooters, I move Like I'm Trump. Soldiers stand guard for me like I'm Obama. Try go get some gas and got Killed at the pump. Say he got hits, but Look, you in a slump. Say that you're rich, But you live in a dump. My GCO retarded,'ll Switch on a pump. Told him shoot when he Open, he say he wanna dump. He's tryna pull up for publicity stunt. These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month. Don't speak on my name, don't get put in The blunt. You can diss all you want, still Won't get a response. It's still Free the Gang 'til they get out the joint. Stop beatin' 'round The bush and just get to the point. You wanna be me, I know what you want. But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt. Live by the gun, then you die by the Gun. Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I Done. My nigga got bunned he went on the Run. Got my roof in the trunk and my Trunk in the front. Trap in the ceiling, I'm Thinkin' of dumb. Kill for a living and murder For fun. We ain't 'bout to pull no publicity Stunt. Nah, we ain't 'bout to pull no publicity Stunt. It's Free Pooh and Fooch 'til it's back With you bouncers. Why you sagoons? I don't fuck with these rappers. Claim that they real, but they know they some Cappers. I take a trap and I make 'em Go platta. For makin' excuses, I'm makin' it happen. I put that shit on in spectacular fashion. Trick on a bitch like I'm Robert Kardashian. Makin' more money than you can imagine. When you caught lackin', that's when they attackin'. Thought I was splurgin', didn't know I was stackin'. White and gold jewelry, they said I was tacky. She gave me head and I gave her a Rack. He came out his mouth, now he can't Take it back. Watch what you say, who you Callin' a rat? These niggas spread gossip, then call It a fact. 'Fore we give a statement, we'll Lay on the mat. Free all the soldiers who Never roll over. Who fight for they life, gotta Sleep with a knife. Dawg went to trial and They gave him a life. But he won his Appeal, now he covered in ice. Young nigga mixin' codeine with his Sprite. He gon' bust you on sight and get three Hundred likes. Shout to Adidas, he steppin' for Stripes. To give back to the hood, I bought Three hundred bikes. He's tryna pull up for Publicity stunt. These rappers be pussy, they bleed Once a month. Don't speak on my name, don't Get put in the blunt. You can diss all You want, still won't get a response. It's still Free the Gang 'til they get out The joint. Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just Get to the point. You wanna be me, I Know what you want. But you ain't gotta pull No publicity stunt. Live by the gun, then you Die by the gun. Ain't gotta cap 'bout the Shit that I done. My nigga got bunned he Went on the run. Got my roof in the Trunk and my trunk in the front. Trap in the ceiling, I'm thinkin' of dumb. Kill for a living and murder for fun. We ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt. Nah, we ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt. I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006. I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006. I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006. I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006. Well, damn