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100 Bars & Gunnin

by Ramirez

on Son Of Serpentine (2019)

[Verse]
b*tch I'm on a mission, my destination the grave
Aim my chopper to yo' head then I take off your toupée
Mobbin' fo' deep inside of a bucket, the transmission slippin'
Had a conversation with the devil, told me get to rippin'
It's the Grey 59, Throw your six up in the air
Darkness falling from above, Step across and b*tch beware
I'd rather die from my feet than to live upon my knees
True soldier from the trenches, jumpin' out the 7 seas
f*ck with me get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin' off a Xanax, that I put inside the shack
This sh*t is kickin' in and I just don't know how to act
My remembrance is enough bout to pull a hijack
Crash a plane inside of a buildin', now watch the bodies burn
As the world turns, police service coming' but I'm not concerned
Suicide, I'll lay my ashes inside of a gold urn
Shootin' at these busters so you know murder is what I yearn
Get a call it from my uncle, tells me nephew what you doin'
Come to M-town, we can get some money and pick up you
Ball 'til the day I fall, hundred [?] when I crawl
Keep my back along the wall
Watch another pus*y fall
Mind f*cked up, keep the toolie like I'm Bobby mane
In the kitchen whippin' up a storm and standin' in the rain
5*9 plug till my body turns grey
Till you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay
Run up, b*tch you don't wanna
I keep my gun up, 'till the sun up
We on the come up
I push this gat into yo stomach
b*tch I'm the gunna
You think you ballin'
You no stunna 'cause imma hunna
This is a stick-up
I get down when I come around a mask over my face
Buckin' at the window, drive-by b*tches give me space
I don't need to talk to nobody 'cus all you suckas fake
b*tch you mad about the fact, that your music don't make plays
Sellin' reposts yous a hoe, I need 10 to spit a flow
Twenty bands up at your show, gorilla comin' out the sko
Brown paper bagged up St. Ides sippin
Like I said, in the beginning, I'm a killa on a mission
Betta back the f*ck up 'cus sh*ts about to get real
Call upon the f*cking devil so him and I cut a deal
Searchin fo' another meal, could give a f*ck how you feel
b*tch you f*ckin' with the wrong one, I'm 'bout to make you squeal