Holy Bucks - No Fear

Don't play around bitch I'm too serious
Glock on the hip make ya homeboy delirious
They put no fear in us
Y'all niggas must be smoking angel dust
Thinking y'all taming us
Tugz is too dangerous
So no ain't no pussy boys hang with us
We send them niggas up
Go somewhere keep it tucked
Cuz you know don't nobody give a fuck
Niggas will hit you up bullets Gon leave you stuck
And when them shits riddle you riddle you
You at Ya pinnacle boy that's the end of you
Them shits wasn't missing you
my niggas aim it and boom it like Mickey the menace do
Should've told y'all to duck when we bending through
Should've known that the Tugz dem will finish you
Or I'll just show what the ripper do
Slicing and dicing like a cooking interview
And you Gon keep talking that shit
Then know that the Tuggies Gon get at Ya clique
And I swear you shouldn't run rick
Cuz my niggas known to up it real quick
Nike fleece on for the fit and boy I'm athletic you'll only be out for a bit
Like Nigga don't run don't trip
You'll get dismissed by this shit coming off of the hip
And if I ain't dying I'll dead that
Thinkin shit is sweet then you might just get a head tap
Nina on my side where she rest at either on the lap
Or I keep her on the side where the tech at
Like I'm in my prime and I get that
But if niggas tarnishing my name then you know I Gotta end that
Crippy Gon find where his friends at
Then we Gon get that get that Nigga don't forget that
Don't play around bitch I'm too serious
Glock on the hip make ya homeboy delirious
They put no fear in us
Y'all niggas must be smoking angel dust
Thinking y'all taming us
Tugz is too dangerous
So no ain't no pussy boys hang with us
We send them niggas up
Go somewhere keep it tucked
Cuz you know don't nobody give a fuck
Niggas will hit you up
bullets Gon leave you stuck
Like
I'm Mr watch for the blunt smoke
Talk out ya mouth Crippy mix it with gun smoke
Forty sound loud you should hear when the pump throw
Hit boy and flipped him like it's royal rumble
Here for the bag and a tug cannot fumble
Crippy gon blast Em with what's in the duffle
If that boy run up best turn him to rubble
And mask up my boy we avoiding the trouble
He oot that shit get em gone on the double
Mans looking puzzled thought death was above you
Dummy
Now ain't it funny
We could've all just been focused on money
Call up Burt balla or marv when it honeys
If they get up with me then we getting lucky
And I still got some niggas that kill if you touch me
Not here to be funny they leavin Em Duppied
Mari run down and I bet you they Scurry
If they acting brave then he leavin Em Bloody
Hiding from home bet his moms probably worried
Cuz when she heard the shots we was ooting like curry
I bet you nobody here Gon show Em mercy
She wanna fuck but baby dont deserve me
Said she Gon ride but dont think that she worthy
Til that wave hit girl you was tryna to curve me
Don't play around bitch I'm too serious
Glock on the hip make ya homeboy delirious
They put no fear in us
Y'all niggas must be smoking angel dust
Thinking y'all taming us
Tugz is too dangerous
So no ain't no pussy boys hang with us
We send them niggas up
Go somewhere keep it tucked
Cuz you know don't nobody give a fuck
Niggas will hit you up
bullets Gon leave you stuck

Written by:
Holy Bucks, Michael Sinclair

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