Holy Bucks - D.F.M.R (Die For My Respect)

Big Tugz nigga
Big Holy
Told y'all niggas don't fuck around
Middle finger to the press
Holy be shittin his foot on they necks
Gotta die for my respect
Talking too tough better get you a vest
Niggas is lames say that shit with my chest
Talk on my name that shit'll go left
Clap wanna murder can't settle for less
Took off his jersey and picked up a tech
Niggas is weirdos
Lames
This shit'll get real grim
Travel around like a field trip
Chance of survival my boy looking real slim
Niggas is soft
like tissue
Send him up family said that they miss you
Gang got no heart they gon tell me to diss you
We spin in black v's this shit not a rental
We ain't imposters the gang too official
Niggas politicking that's what the press do
We'll rob ya mans and then tell him go get you
Niggas is pussy I heard that boy sniffle
If he here crying imagine what you'll do
Holy gon snatch Ya wig back he a loose screw
Beat up the Nani got moves like Jujutsu
Talkin tough keep up the act when we spin too
Holy go dumb yeah I heard that boy mental
Letting shit fly Cuz that boy in the gym too
Smoking on big spliffs Yall rollin up pencils
They can't beat me tell them niggas I sent you
Watch Ya mouth glocky gon fix up Ya dental
Cotton mouth spliffs got me looking like them too
Thirsty niggas they been feenin for friends too
They bitch poppin pussy shawty I bent you
(Hold on)
(Wait)
And my niggas is cutthroat
So when we step watch for the blunt smoke
Clap behind me and he letting guns blow
On my life if you run up you get smoked
Told Y'all lil niggas best stay ten toes
Crippy got rockets must Wanna explode
If we got it then we cannot rumble
Cuz
I got a pack in the back
Run up get whacked
40 on me I don't know how to act
Beam jawn a demon attachments attached
This shit hit Ya temple Ya body collapse
I sip on Henny I'm good on the wock
Talking that shit think Yall boys need to stop
Cuz my tugs really like that they feen to send shots
Got no knocks we could fight back don't mind if we box
Like I got the plot
Don't move too hot
I got on shades when I'm up in the spot
Told Sykes toss me the grip seen that boy in the lot
Give a fuck who you be speak on me you'll get got
40 on me leave Em leaking
I score fuck defense
Pull up and leaving crowds speechless
Crippy with me he a demon
Give him a reason
Swear he gonna stop Ya breathing
Douly G gon bring the team in
Ooter from Mali when you see him better greet him
Disconnected from the leeches
We on our own shit now my dawgs running the meeting
(Uhh)
We catch a opp we gon leave em leave em
Dre go spinning in a Beamer
(Uhh)
And I'm fuckin on the treesha skeeza she a baba I don't need her
(Uhh)
Rello click until it's over
Closer
Steady winning they can't hold em
(Uhh)
I get lit the struggle over
Poppin my shit until we get exposure
(Uhh)
Out in Dryden like a soldier
Stuck to the plan my dreams is getting closer
(Uhh)
Know the Tugz is taking over over
Not a Nigga finna fold up
(Uhh)
Talkin out get put on posters
Jah Cash Mari spinning in a rover
(Uhh)
If they ratting then expose Em
Clicking and clicking Til the war is over
(Uhh)
Handle sticks like a controller
Play the block so much Holy the patroller
(Uhh)
And I'm ballin like I'm chosen
If I'm on court I dunk like Rell Derozan

Written by:
Michael Sinclair

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