Whitey Bulger

歌詞

I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello, this is Mike Laury (Thieves, thieves) Dubba-AA flexing I'm on these Alright, I'm ready, I'm ready Woo (Oh), I say murder (Oh, oh) I say, I say they, yeah They ain't ever fucked with me, yeah Them bitch-ass niggas was playin' games from the jump Just like these dog-ass hoes Yeah, you already know how it go (This Is The Sound) I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels) My murder clothes (They my murder clothes) Throw society up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't ho Top tell y'all go step on shit (Step on shit) So the case closed I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls" Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em knowledge) I told my Baba that they cannot fault him Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real Slang that Draco and somebody get killed Gravedigger, yeah, they know what it is They gon' send me to that island for real Real nigga, he won't stop if they hate Real hitter shoot that stick at your face Pall bearer, I be raisin' the rate Red eye, it won't be a fair chase She gon' die for the ride, even though that her life be a risk In that front, ain't no stoppin', I up and I'm poppin' A nigga might die in this bitch, might die I know ten, ten, shh, fuck how wild it get Brand new .223, it hold a whole hundred I said, "Herm, pull on side on that bitch" They ain't playin' chase, they be hidin' from hits Tell on me, you gon' die, my friend Like I'm broke, stolo slidin' up in it After doin' a drill, change the firin' pan PTR with no hollows in it (I'ma bring the hearse out) You a gravedigger, you gon' kill 'em after, we gon' bury 'em dead Society wanna join, he a snake, kill a man I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels) My murder clothes (They my murder clothes) Don't switch sides to 'em, both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't hoe Top tell y'all go step on shit (Step on shit) Told her, "Case closed" I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls" Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em knowledge) I told my Baba that they cannot fault him Feelin' like they ain't fuckin' with me Mad mane leavin' blood in the streets Dawg, mane, came only for green Pray it up, we gon' pray 'fore we feast At the club, searchin' 'round for one chain Uppin' one click, more than one it might be We ain't hit a party, we just scopin' the scene Talkin' soon as it end, one gon' die 'fore they leave About playin' with me I got my fire, fuck H.P.D. I'm in that eye, I'ma shake the scene I'm in that Nawf right where you not Where you think I ain't nothin', I probably sleep Runnin' circles around everything, plan on catchin' me Still got no time for anomalies Steady pickin' out shit, who was sayin' they gon' step on me? After the fact, they can't even breathe Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (Said I give 'em knowledge) I told my baba that they cannot fault him Oh, oh, oh, oh (This Is The Sound) Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much Yeah, I say, "Off 'em"