[Mr. Serv-On]
Time to release this terror on you
Best believe in these letters across my stomach
I'm gonna blast on you, piss on you
fuck what these coward bitches told me
Live a quiet life, take a wife
fuck that I'm slanging this shit day and night
Gimme a bitch, 36 ounces to a crooked scale
A thousand pounds to a bail, nigga thats mail
If I fail to die with money in my pocket
Nigga blast from my side if I ride
I'm high-siding on you motherfuckers
lot of you bitches made to suffer
For that cheese, so drop to your knees, and say please
To these young niggas, cap pillas, and they be candy dealers
Ready to pistol whip and to die rich shit a jail trip
I'll frusterate your bitch
A nigga wanna be laying in them guts, nigga you know whats up
I'm slanging this 'cane, from Youngsfolk, Virginia to the bay
Every day, flipping them browns
sharp me for my shit, I'm baseball whipping
Like pac man, niggas don't doubt it, been bout it
Rolling with my click, Prime Suspects
ready to die rich or die a bitch
You know my trip, I'm ready to die rich or die a bitch
nigga, you feel me
[Prime Suspects]
What's that music man?
Man what's the real Milly bro?
I said bro I got to get, we got to get rich.
Man that nigga Gotti
Lil Gotti
Fuck it, so lets go get it cause you know I aint no bitch
[Mac] Chorus
You either die rich or die a bitch
hit that flow when my trigger finger itch
[Prime Suspects]
I want all that shit x4
[Prime Suspects]
Yo, I'm coming, you running, cause I'm gunning
My nine humming, 12 gauge to your fuckin stomach
Facing charges, my ??? is of runs and guns
Getting it done, for the fun, putting it down like Torrenc
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