Yakuza
'Kay I keep, I keep, I keep several Rugers
Stendo rulers
Send em through ya, huh
'Kay I keep metal tools
To bend them rules
And bitch I'm booted up
My clip gon' never lose or rust
Might slip, yo men all losing blood
My clique gon' rend and bruise
My next tattoo, I get from Lucifer
'Kay I be ridin' with a dead bitch
Crystals on my left wrist
Empty out the Tec
Case a nigga wanna set trip
Pistol pop his head
Case that nigga got a death wish
Simple cause of death was the nigga he tried to mess with
Yuh
Tell them bitches be quiet
Yuh
He gon' make me start a riot
Yuh
Tell them bitches be quiet
Yuh
He gon' make me
Down, set, hut
Put that HK through ya gut
Shawty told me I'm too mad but shit I love the smell of blood
My grip miraculous for that static it's too bad you'll never touch
I bet that Glocky make him dance
That ratchet make ya double dutch
The fuck is up
Double vision triple digits on the dash
Couple pistols and some niggas got my back
Get the picture I could flip a couple racks
I get busy with the Glicks then get too rich to wipe my ass
'Kay I keep several Rugers
Stendo rulers
Send em through ya, huh
'Kay I keep metal tools
To bend them rules
And bitch I'm booted up
My clip gon' never lose or rust
Might slip, yo men all losing blood
My clique gon' rend and bruise
My next tattoo, I get from Lucifer
'Kay I be ridin' with a dead bitch
Crystals on my left wrist
Empty out the Tec
Case a nigga wanna set trip
Pistol pop his head
Case that nigga got a death wish
Simple cause of death was the nigga he tried to mess with
Stendo rulers
Send em through ya, huh
'Kay I keep metal tools
To bend them rules
And bitch I'm booted up
My clip gon' never lose or rust
Might slip, yo men all losing blood
My clique gon' rend and bruise
My next tattoo, I get from Lucifer
'Kay I be ridin' with a dead bitch
Crystals on my left wrist
Empty out the Tec
Case a nigga wanna set trip
Pistol pop his head
Case that nigga got a death wish
Simple cause of death was the nigga he tried to mess with
Yuh
Tell them bitches be quiet
Yuh
He gon' make me start a riot
Yuh
Tell them bitches be quiet
Yuh
He gon' make me
Down, set, hut
Put that HK through ya gut
Shawty told me I'm too mad but shit I love the smell of blood
My grip miraculous for that static it's too bad you'll never touch
I bet that Glocky make him dance
That ratchet make ya double dutch
The fuck is up
Double vision triple digits on the dash
Couple pistols and some niggas got my back
Get the picture I could flip a couple racks
I get busy with the Glicks then get too rich to wipe my ass
'Kay I keep several Rugers
Stendo rulers
Send em through ya, huh
'Kay I keep metal tools
To bend them rules
And bitch I'm booted up
My clip gon' never lose or rust
Might slip, yo men all losing blood
My clique gon' rend and bruise
My next tattoo, I get from Lucifer
'Kay I be ridin' with a dead bitch
Crystals on my left wrist
Empty out the Tec
Case a nigga wanna set trip
Pistol pop his head
Case that nigga got a death wish
Simple cause of death was the nigga he tried to mess with
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Writer(s): Noah Obasi
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