D. Lew - A-Z

With that risk gon' be a catch
A lot of niggas sendin' threats
And gang the type to hop on feet and leave em' stinkin' where he at
Duck his head above them shells Cause if he don't then it's a wrap
Don't make the same mistake twice Lose it all and get it back
Like you gon' take that risk to get it Or you a crashout sending threats
Bet your guys won't come and save you
Run like a sprinter on that track
I'll wrap around this bitch brain
Like a turbine on her head
And treat em' like a parlay We gon' add another leg
And fuck a leg shot Like a barber cut a nigga dreads
I've been quiet long enough I'm quick to hop right on they ass
And put the AR over the shoulder Like I'm takin' out the trash
And ain't no favorites over here Fuck all them niggas, they in last
I just think about different ways That I can go and get rich
She think we playin' baseball Tryin' to sell another pitch
But I ain't goin' bout my pape
Shit you can call me Money Mitch
All that bread that he be owin' They gon' catch him in his Ricks
Why when the motion start to come They try to leech on you like ticks
Keep a flame, it's routine Like I can't leave without my blick
A is for them actin' ass niggas, let me be C is for the cap them niggas put down on they beats
D is for the drink that's in my cup It make me lean
E for everybody, you can get it, it ain't a thing
F to the G, hundred percent from the field Feel like I can't miss a thing
Can't say H to the I to his bitch, she gotta sneak
I put J's on when I walk, I got his note on my feet
K for kickback, they catch him out This nigga think he chillin
Serve him L after L is all they get while we be winnin
I got M's on my mind, so I ain't got no time for feeling
Tell her N to the O, too much lip, can't do no kissin
With these hoes, I keep it P, I try to tell them they don't listen
Q these niggas quiet on the net, that's when they dissin
Play around, you gon' RSVP to your death he missin
T is for his top, that's what they hit with them extensions
U below the grave, them niggas out there catch you snitchin
V is for the vet, we hoppin' out when we be blitzin
W, we slide at any time and anywhere X, it mark the spot up on his chest, ain't playin' fair
Why do niggas think that they can Z on me, I'm here

Written by:
Deonte Lewis

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