Nothing But A Mission E

Rara do that shit. Two two three hollow tips, I fuck his stomach Up. We ran that little guy off the set, He wasn't tough enough. Every time that flame beam Lock in, I'ma do it up. I fired over fifty something shots, I had to Shoot it up. These niggas terrorize the P4K 'cause I'ma do it up. It's nothing but a mission, Me and my niggas gon' get suited up. Slide and fit it down in designer, might broad Day a opp. Caught his ass at the stoplight, Did him like Biggie and Pac. I don't find no pleasure in drive-bys 'cause I'ma Walk him down. Bullet hit his neck and his Head, he couldn't turn around. Ruger five-seven on my lap so I don't talk Too much. Glorify your ranking, all you niggas Really talk too much. It's either you gon' slide And shoot shots or you on defense. On J's, I love to squabble niggas down, I Love the bleeding. Sliding with the military chopper With the stock clear. Last nigga went against the Set had a shell in his head. Ayy, bitch, I'm masked up and hopping out with A hella shit. Them niggas only posted on that Block just to take a flick. We flip this whip, suckers wanna fade until we Clip his shit. You move your lips, then you Gon' be the next nigga to lose your shit. Move it, bitch, run up on me wrong and You might lose a limb. Your family fucking with The other side, then fuck it, shoot his friends. Come and get my brother, keep a stock and He might give you ten. We spin around they Block, if he don't drop, then bitch, we spin Again. We get it in, a hundred plus, yeah, We gon' send 'em in. You say you want Some smoke, then come to me, bitch, fuck the Middleman. A couple bands, put that on his head And they gon' get his ass. The running man, Sucker steady dissing, he don't get a pass. A hundred K up on the dash, don't get Passed up. Act bold, niggas' toes is getting tagged Up. Sliding through the opps with a mop, nigga, Gas up You should be sliding, niggas' blocks getting Splashed up. Popping out your mouth how you can, But you not that man. Why you put your Dick up in that rap? Boy, you Dirty Dan. Flyest nigga out that's in the air, bitch, I'm Peter Pan. You can hit this with this extra Pack, mix my coke into a bland. Forty back to safe for a loaf, he swerving Lane to lane. Military, bitch, I'm top rank, Call me Major Payne. Walk a nigga down, fah-fah, bitch, it's Jungle Gang. Caught him lacking at the stop sign, now he Noodle brain. Why you want a war with the Gang but ain't got no tools? Why you niggas wanna bang the gang but ain't Popped that tool? Running with demons since some Youngins, they been some loose screws. Day one soldiers, we can't allow no sucker niggas Through. I don't ride with stats so when you See me, it's either me or you. Nah, this not Madden, but I'ma pick 'em then Wiggle loose. Bitch, I'm really from the lane, We ain't heard of you. Free all my niggas Out the can, we don't know the truth Don't Get to playing with the name like this ain't My life. Let him get a mistake and I'ma Jump out and bang my pipe. Teach him how to slide like it's flag, put On the right. Took my youngin to dump on The opps, it made my night. Brother on level four said, "Watch who you reap With." The Ave like hockey way my west side Keep sticks. Enemies get punished, they know we on Defense. In the whip stolen, take a ride, It's a rollercoaster. Niggas be lying to the bitch, I'm straightforward. Fuel to the tank, this a flamethrower. Youngin caught a body tryna slide with the same Blower. You the type to brag about a mission But ain't going. Niggas think they tough with the K harder. Gloves for the prints, paid lawyer, Move way smarter. Like YS, thirty shots or a Hundred, I can't call it. Forty MPs, Baby E wanna blaze targets. At times, we straight park 'em