Free Gucci

You say you flippin' dope in The trap with your ho? But see, I'm 'bout that murder Catch a body with the burner Talking this and that Triple six in the sticks with a Soulja rag $uicide B-O-Y, ain't no compromise Walking 'round looking like I'm from Columbine Homicide's glorified on my side of town Better have protection if you Fucking walking 'round Me and Oddy catching bodies Then we rolling gaudy Always foggy when I'm creepin' Black all on my body You say you driving Maserati But I call your bluff Always murder, then I rob 'em Money ain't enough no, money ain't enough Creepin', sparkin' Thinkin' maybe if or if I shouldn't just Take this Nine and plead the fifth But on my life I will protect I don't rock for selfish niggas 45 all in your chest I'll have you running, man I guess that why you so upset You think you're hard, huh lil boy You say you with the shit's Until the dogs at yo' door And run all ya' chips Was hatin' now ya on the floor Ya' partners gon dip Then put them lights in his eyes I bet he'll snitch I'm moving Hector he just playing with it He p***y A couple bands'll have ya layin' still Don't push me The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter Boy, what's happenin'? We talkin' - well boy, we can make it happen It's nothin' Back in all black, bitch Give me that backpack Fill it with a sack and a stack And that's that crack in the pack Bitch, I need to backtrack, real talk Need a trackback? I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the weed Need to ash I'ma need the green, that's dope and money Smoking honey All Mac pack in a black Cadillac Ain't no thing funny Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting Stick yo' hand out, i'll start slicing Advising sacrificing all you lice And I start pricing I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise I'm icin' Sprite and lean Enticing me 'till I KO, I might be Tyson --- Free Gucci - $uicideBoy$ and Black Smurf