She said baby you sweet and dangerous
You ain't gotta lie
I can see it in your eyes
You a proper guy
Thats what I like
I got patience for you
If you wrong or right
I'm on your side
When you had a bad day
It's all on your mind
Ima hold you tight
I know you done some bad things
To survive
No I don't agree
I don't thinks is right
You holding guns
You got a knife
I Know you had a shootout a couple times
And probaly shot a guy
Maybe Once or twice
Swear you had one the other night
But you tell me forget about it
It's all fibs and lies
Even if thats right
that's none of my buiness
I gotta ride
Im in love with the guy inside
She don't believe What she hear
She know a whole different guy
Ohh they wanna slide
Know I keep a pipe
Driving by
Let's shots out this ride
Mobster Shooting like it's 1995
I'm die lonely
No one by my side
And thats kool thats alright
I took a couple souls
So it's only right
Demond boy
Sell my soul and sign
Nan asked
why you smoke so much
It's cos my mind doing over time
So I smoke and fly
Think of another life
Another time
If I stuck to the rules
And done it right
But I love guns and crime
So would I of done it twice
Most my friends in the sky
You can see there spirits fly
Rest of my friends
The judge took theres life
They getting old inside
Growing up I was skinny and white
I wasn't tryna Swing and fight
I ain't the biggest guy
Dip him up with the biggest knife
It's mob, you can get shot
For the family
I got young gs and they on job
Thanks to me
My boy loves a wobbler
He cutting shapes
like happy feet
Crack and b
13 started Trapping
Crack and theens
Trap and dreams
everyone laughed at me
Now them same man tryna pattern me
They got crack and weed
Got a pack or 3
Now they tryna push them packs on me
I'm like.kool patternd, sweet
Give them packs to me
Till they get stained
Like i don't know what happend g
Now they don't want to trap with me
I ain't even hurt tho
It's part of ny strategy
I hope you got more then 10 guns
If you ever think about
attacking me
Big gun
big mac bag of sweets
If I miss
I got a shank on me
Stab him up
Stab him more then 7 times
I ain't gonna Stab him once
Crazy white boys
Some Radgey cunts
Keep my guns at this girls house
She got a man tho
She mad in love
It's mad as fuck
But still she pattern up
It makes me laugh and rush
Because if Feds ever raid her house
find a bag of guns
It's between her and her man
Her man getting done
Her man is fully fucked
I hope it never happens tho
Got me Touching wood
But if it ever does
Please believe
bob disapear into the sun
Got a couple watches
Cost more then your mums house
Killers and made men
What I hung round
On the come up
They dint wanna fuck with me then
They wanna fuck now
get down
Or get gunned down
Don't play with my emotions
Cause a big explosion
At your mums house
Send some thugs rounds
When that door opens
Everyman pu
