Songtexte Myself - BlueBand TrE

Mother fuckers know it's me like

Had to run up my racks ran it up my damn self
Got off my ass went and got me a bag
Now they all need damn help
Went and got the job done by myself
I ain't never need damn help
All this paper stuffed in my pockets
Like books on the bookshelf
Have my hitters draw down at night with that pipe
20K get the boy right
We got the sticks
Don't you never bring a knife to a real gun fight
Ouu
Shit
Man I just popped me a xan
Man I might not land
Damn, when imma' land?

Got a bad lil' Bitch
Thick lil' shit
Better draw down shit
Got to smash this bitch
I get the cake just like a birthday
I'm blowing his candles out
He shot in the face
He talking that shit
You know they gone air him out
Yeah I want my money stacked up Yao Ming
Yeah I want my shit stacked tall
Y'all niggas don't rap just fans ain't shit at all
Nigga we the one started it all
We blowing the bullets take shelter
Hot bullets I promise they melt you
Just play all the cards they delt you
Big dogs I promise they fetch you
Louis Vuitton and LV's on my sleeves
He keep on talking bet he be deceased
He talking he must don't know
These killers with me

He talking he must don't know
These killers with me

These killers with me
Dddddd
Let's go

Had to run up my racks ran it up my damn self
Got off my ass went and got me a bag
Now they all need damn help
Went and got the job done by myself
I ain't never need damn help
All this paper stuffed in my pockets
Like books on the bookshelf
Have my hitters draw down at night with that pipe
20K get the boy right
We got the sticks
Don't you never bring a knife to a real gun fight
Ouu
Shit
Man I just popped me a xan
Man I might not land
Damn, when imma' land?

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