s.o.d

Lyrics

yeahhh, get down or get moved, no matter who you are boy, things don't matter, when your shit splatter, cut the chit chatter, bitch niggas scatter, get up off that corner, if it don't be on ya, loved one's i'll mourn ya, after you get hit, and that's it, yeah, another day another dollar, with my chronic marijuana, who i'm gon screw next, another day another death, and i done lost a fair share, ain't too many real left, nigga this ain't part time, i do it till the death, and i'm doing it the best, while manuevering that s, nigga this it ain't part time, we do it till it's done, and it's s.o.d. when i'm on d son, od motherfucking i ain't blink all day, gutter, these niggas sweeter than the pink rozay, mink gold 2k i'm cuban mink all grey, louie belt shiny trey with my mink on hey, bright diamond how i'm shining so the girls want play, knock the lining off vagina she'll be sore all day, perfect timing when i'm rhyming i'm your boy don't play, i'm with sadam with the radan spent the 4 ok, yeah, once for the you know what, i'm a beat makers dream yea i chew those up, whack a blue nose, i screw hoes, my shoes roll up, 22 lows, from euro's, i pulled last month, ain't 1 thing i don't understand that's how ya roll with a man at the same time oweing a man, shoot to the top, i'm knowing i can, i'm knowing you seen, i know who you been, i'm a machine, uh, millionaire glare through my cartiers, tony yay and ferrari yeah, you got your hood tatted on you and hardly there, i'm in and out the mix move like i gotta orange stare, me i'm exactly why these niggas are happy, i turn a g to an athlete, kirsty, joan, and jackie, you don't like me nigga clap me, but don't miss cause that be, your happening, we passing on ya stomach in the backseat, i don't trust a soul, and motherfuckers know, and i rep till i go, let the kush burn slow, i get it by the o get it get it by the o, no, not an o add on 7 more, and i can't blame it all on queens it's in my genes, the stink i let in my 16's i'll get the cream, i'm clean, nigga fool them don't fool yourself, you'sa elf and more than half of y'all can use some help, my styles worth a 100 stacks, times a 100 stacks, shit revolves look how i'm coming back, strong as a lumberjack, another day another gun to pack, drops back to back till the summer rap, nigga swag jacking what's up with that, me and you ain't the same i don't cuff a rat, i'm the one, 2 27 30 que boy forever hungry, nothing like new m, m money