01-21-2020, 06:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-21-2020, 06:13 PM by SweetJamesJones.)
I ain't got that many motha fuckin friends
That's why I fucked up yo' sitch, you crying motha fucker
(make money) EAST side, Python killers (take money)
You know who the realest is playaz we bring it to you (makemoney)
(Take money)
First off, fuck you bitch and the click you claim
EASTside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your life
Had yo ass retiring, front stage on the mic
Plus Raven tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Toasty Smalls and Portland some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for u' foolz
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin, hoe you know the rules
Lil' Saba go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Dwyer, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them puzziez know it's on for life
So let the EAST side ride tonight
Python and lil hoez skrait murdered on sight
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know u see
Grab ya glocks, when you see SWEET JAMES
Call the cops, when you see SWEET JAMES, UH
Who blocked me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
PLAYA , I hit em' up
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (MAKE money)
I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all playaz ain't even on my level (make money)
(take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it!
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
All them lil hoez just got dropped
Little who, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Spank ya ahhhh, shank ya ahhh whole style when I drank
Rolling up the loud, talking bout rollin dank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
And I'm smokin' PORTLAND, . In front of you hoe
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up
Grab ya dames, when you see SWEET JAMES
Call the lames, when you see SWEET JAMES uh
Who blocked me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
PLAYA, I hit em' up
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you playaz gettin killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high playaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to cry
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you puzziez livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Lil hoez, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five blocks couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
I'm from TEXAS BUT I STAY in THE C-H-I'
Fuckin nuisance ISweet a menace mayne fucc what u heard
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario
Little D's' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Thought u could run n hide but aint know the scenario
Copping pleas, asking plz from p town to de Janeir-io
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through da hood
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your ur goodz
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw Butcher clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You's a, beat biter
A Sweet style taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Thug Life, playaz better be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking, oh no
No need for hoping, it's a battle already lost
I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
PUZZY , I hit em up!
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us (take money)
That's why I fucked up yo' sitch, you crying motha fucker
(make money) EAST side, Python killers (take money)
You know who the realest is playaz we bring it to you (makemoney)
(Take money)
First off, fuck you bitch and the click you claim
EASTside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your life
Had yo ass retiring, front stage on the mic
Plus Raven tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Toasty Smalls and Portland some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for u' foolz
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin, hoe you know the rules
Lil' Saba go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Dwyer, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them puzziez know it's on for life
So let the EAST side ride tonight
Python and lil hoez skrait murdered on sight
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know u see
Grab ya glocks, when you see SWEET JAMES
Call the cops, when you see SWEET JAMES, UH
Who blocked me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
PLAYA , I hit em' up
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (MAKE money)
I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all playaz ain't even on my level (make money)
(take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it!
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
All them lil hoez just got dropped
Little who, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Spank ya ahhhh, shank ya ahhh whole style when I drank
Rolling up the loud, talking bout rollin dank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
And I'm smokin' PORTLAND, . In front of you hoe
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up
Grab ya dames, when you see SWEET JAMES
Call the lames, when you see SWEET JAMES uh
Who blocked me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
PLAYA, I hit em' up
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you playaz gettin killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high playaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to cry
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you puzziez livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Lil hoez, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five blocks couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
I'm from TEXAS BUT I STAY in THE C-H-I'
Fuckin nuisance ISweet a menace mayne fucc what u heard
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario
Little D's' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Thought u could run n hide but aint know the scenario
Copping pleas, asking plz from p town to de Janeir-io
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through da hood
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your ur goodz
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw Butcher clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You's a, beat biter
A Sweet style taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Thug Life, playaz better be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking, oh no
No need for hoping, it's a battle already lost
I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
PUZZY , I hit em up!
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us (take money)