Joey Kash - 91 warriors (feat. LRoc & Killemall Coop)

I don't rap i preach sermons,
and i don't fuck wit rats, We talking racks i'm determined
Gotta keep a scrap, for these thief's and these vermin
Don't believe he G, all i see peewee herman
Nigga's out here flavin, like they got it i don't do the cappin
Nigga's out here rapping like they trapping never actually trapping
How you always in the mix, but you the first to ask what happen?
And than they running to the net, like that's what's hot in fashion
Nigga please,
i can get you put in dirt, for less than 50 G's
Shit i can get you put in dirt, for a meal at mickey D's
Bitch i can get you put in dirt, for a crack rock 50 piece
You know my hustle, got me working with extensive reach
I'm fuckin bitches on the bed, the balcony and beach
A force of nature, class on alchemy bitch i'm who teach
They couldn't sow the shit without me, so I'm the one who reap
They can't control me, i'm the alpha who just be beat
Left a zip in her bottega purse, she trippin off the smell
Hoe this pimpin shit genetic, you know everything for sale
I'm still mad about the package, to the "A" ain't go through mail
If my dog can't pay the fee, you know ima pay the bail
Look now i switched up my ways, feet in sand rolling J's
Bitch i'm here couple days
Sunscreen to block rays, I'm in all black stunner shades summer phase
Golf course all flat, swinging my callaways
Drinking henny and alize, make her travel miles away
Just to give 10 minutes, she's her back into her place
Aye Godfather alert i got that stench on my shirt
I can get a call on a quote, on what her body is worth
From the biggest of nerds, to what's under her skirt
We used to flirt back in school, she started hoeing it hurt
I had a little thing for you to bitch Haha
I'm really on pursuit, and heavy with the loot
What you nigga's holding, i done spent it on her boot
Diamonds on her hoop, and rockin cardi's with the suit
Shit i'm showing her the root, and put the 20's on the coupe yeah
Rolling with the top gone, bad bitches flocked on
Told her get her shop on, Blades getting chopped on
Pockets full of cheese, rolling caddies with the d's
Bad bitches getting Frisked, shit my aura saying freeze
They telling me to stop shit, they thinking i'm going pop
Maybe it's the drop, or the jewelry that i rock
Nigga's hating from the bottom, couldn't see me at the top
Bitches stalking on the net, they've been seeing me a lot
Shit i'm better in the flesh, she can tell the way i'm dressed
She don't fuck she getting left, i've been cocky but digress
And the jacket came from Jeff, they comparing me to Heff
Getting money fucking hoe's, i'ma do this shit to death

Written by:
joseph irving

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