Nuskie Living

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(KJ let the beat knock)
Big Blrrrd
(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

Ayy, I'm in the booth right now thinkin' 'bout Nuskie
I'm so fuckin' high
Swear it's so hard to leave that murder zone, can't leave until some' die
Shit broke my heart to look Miss Sheila in her eyes and watch her cry
And Pooh Bear out is his top since you been gone all lil' bruh know is slide
But I can't knock him (knock him)
He done got a lil' taste of blood, ain't no way I can stop him
Ten shots from the switch kilt him so quick
That pussy couldn't holla (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
They got me fucked up I lost Nuskie turnt 'round and lost Dolla (fucked up)
Forever smoke on my daughter (on my daughter)
'Til all of them bitches slaughtered
I want all them pussies dead (dead)
Ain't no monkey in the middle, monkeys catch one to the head
Try to set me up I'm puttin' that Draco right between ya legs
As soon I squeeze this trigger put yo' clit by yo' head on the bed
I never think with my dick, think with my Glock, trust in my aim (on God)
He let a baby set him up his ass a dead shame (fool)
Sixty shots all through his back left him laid up with bed stains (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
We live by L.O.E., Loyalty Over Everything (everything)
Swear since I lost you nigga I been gettin' high as I can (I can)
Percocet, Percocet, Wockhardt, exotic, and Xan' (Perc', Perky)
I can't be sober ,dealin' with this too much for one man (at all)
Standin' on business takin' whatever come with the plan (on God)
I'ma stick with the plan takin' whatever come with it
30 the murder man, I'ma send shots at ya fitted (murder, murder)
I bet not drop a bag on one, everybody gon' get it
I'm EBK might drop a million on yo' whole committee (whole clique)
Ayy, and lately I been feelin' like the last man standin'
And I'ma keep on spinnin' 'til they last man vanish (the last man)
For speakin' on my nigga got hit with this Drac' and panicked (on Nuskie)
And you a ho, under them jeans yo' bitch ass wearin' panties
I remember thuggin' on Willet all the way back to Janis (Willett)
Way before rappin' I was trappin' posted with the 'matic (Willett)
You speak on Nuskie and you gone die, now look at him exactly (what happened?)
You can go ask him how he died but he can't say what happen (at all)
For thinkin' I'm just rappin' (he dead)
For thinkin' I won't pull a massacre or a family tragedy (he dead)
One day he here next day he gone, we call that murder magic (it's murder)
Spit thunder out my Glock, boy don't get shot and feel that static (got 'em)
Blrrrd, blrrrd (blrrrd), that's them choppas rappin' (blrrrd)
You hear that sound that mean them members near with automatics (blrrrd)
Don't want no 'Tec, don't want no Tris', I got a Wocky habit (Wock', Wock' Wock')
In love with fast cars, codeine and Percocet tablets (Perkies)
Blrrrd

I can't wait to switch you up and finish with the Drac' (can't wait)
I can't wait to stand over ya, eight shots to the face (AK)
I can't wait to catch ya on the interstate with bae (wit' ya bae)
Or catch ya out to eat, put your face on the dinner plate

Blrrrd
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Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd