Cash BFD - Give It Up

You keep talking how you sparking brother
Four x tee I got the Larkin under
Six feet deep don't make me park you under
That'll bring ya momma pain Martin mother
The vest black but the gun chrome
Shout out to Remy on the come home
We rob niggas that be getting chicken
It ain't oral sex when you see my finger licking
You niggas know you never had a chance
Uzi clip have a nigga doing the shmurda dance
All all all Bloody like Carrie
The shotty have you looking like Ricky in the alley
This nigga said he gone spray at my men
Like pinky in the record store nigga say it again
Just know I got it tucked with me
For any nigga thinking that he gone fuck with me
Block money help us live it up
These niggas know how I give it up
Respect the jux nigga give it up
I'm Tupac with the gun nigga I'll hit em up
These fake niggas man I pity a fraud
I'll have ya whole block looking like the city of god hard
I'm from a place where they pop out lead
My niggas do the front of ya crib like knock out ned
Run down on a nigga with Rugers I'm pulling twice
Catching bodies with a smile on my face like lil dice
Ask sav bout the strap he'll show you the shotty squirt
Get you washed like a bath lets see if ya body work
If you know me than I ain't for the shit talking
All my niggas trigger happy spit a clip often
Running off at the mouth get this big Larkin
Mother fuck what you rep you'll be crip walking
One things for sure nigga two things for certain
We getting money over here you'll never find me hurting
Shots'll have you on the ground with ya body jerking
I ain't martin or Cole just know my Tommy working
Block money help us live it up
These niggas know how I give it up
Respect the jux nigga give it up
I'm Tupac with the gun nigga ill hit em up

Written by:
curtis little

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