Flystyler E

Black Century. What I got for all of you tricks. My niggas in block and cock your Glock and Slap you slanging bricks. They told me Bob got a nigga knocked on The corner, fell on his back on they ass. It's like a rule in the streets, it's either Kill or it's and ain't doing for the fifty-three. This'll make hit my rim rim please, It's really me. Thinking that I'm sipping but the Ski is just like gin I think. So you best go bring it on or we'll Send hell. That's my niggas slanging slow. Come grab my shit out the pole, fuck that Five-o. It's time to let you know, real niggas With no dough. Now they tweaking about them killers, Bitch with a mask on his head. Them honeys just ain't from here, best send doctor For your head. And let them feel the pine That's the prime for my hood. We done played 'em with the shit, street styles Of the stool. Influence what you rocking, All my niggas staying word. I'm 'bout to becker 'cause it's time to clap My nigga money.