SpaceMan Stuw - Heavy Metal (feat. GoodMoney Red)

Grab my fire then I grab my funds
Let's rock and roll yeah let's have some fun
I got heavy metal plus we toting drums
Thirty round clips come and get ya some
Nah that ain't enough, I can call his bluff
Why he acting tough, we just took his stuff
I'm grinding Tony Hawk, got no choice but ball
I run it Marshal Faulk, I fucked her that's my fault
And they go to frown there faces up and that's despicable
But it's good
Put his brains where his legs at
DE-BO when I move where his chains at
I'm street you can't changed that
Cooling with the junkies smoking with the hood rats
THOTS
Turn the whip jet black
You got forty-five shooters you got no strap
BITCH
And that shit will get you clapped
Ima buss back ima shooter known facts
I ain't with the talking
No No No No
I ain't with the arguing
She get $50 send her to the flea market
Fuck the D A and the judge fuck a plea bargain
Fuck em take that shit to trail
Let that money pile, ran into a cash cow

Written by:
Chavez Young, Roger McClain

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