Nx Hands

(Wars to nasty)

This ain't no party no this ain't no fun
I gotta Tommy no regular gun
I let it breathe cuz it weigh a ton
Makin' it light when my bullets run

Ay Ay pull up on $EVEN in lettin' em spray
Yuh yuh
All of you niggas is lame
Like Jhonny Dang don't know what in sayin'

No diss but I leave him like Robin
Like biggie still don't know who shot him
He ain't dead but we paralyzed him
On the news they gon recognize him

40 on him we throwing no hands
Cause him pain shoot him in his pants
Shot his cock off left a hole now he trans
Pull up suburban no minivan

(real fucked up shit I don't care)

Bullets runnin' sendin' messages ugh
40 on me filled with hollow tips ugh
519 making money off the stove
Hit a bitch oncе now she gotta go
Making my cash you know how it go
My way to the top I start selling blow
Buy my own cokе so I can sell crack
Profit myself ain't giving back
Sip by the gallon a trip off the YAK
New drip so I'm liking with RAK