Black_Panther_JS
Superstar
My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I bagged grams
She meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He don't have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my other little homie
nikkas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on nikkaz and beatin' up base heads
These nikkaz is lyin they just like they pretend
Keep fukkin' around they gon say hello to my little friend.
Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I bagged grams
She meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He don't have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my other little homie
nikkas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on nikkaz and beatin' up base heads
These nikkaz is lyin they just like they pretend
Keep fukkin' around they gon say hello to my little friend.
