Lyrics Mustard - Boldy James
Now
these
niggas
killers,
they
some
late
bloomers
Know
they
wish
they
caught
up
with
me
way
sooner
Pussy
ass
nigga,
you
a
fake
shooter
Tryna
figure
out
where
I′ma
take
junior
When
we
snatch
him
up
out
his
playpen
(playground)
Take
him
outta
school,
walk
him
straight
in
(straight
in)
In
exchange
for
that
money
in
the
safe
bin
(open
it
up)
'Fore
them
7-6-2′s
run
his
case
fin
Baseline
into
them
pops
off
of
Chapin
(Chapin)
Where
we
open
up
spots
out
in
Vegas
(Ghetto)
Made
a
violenter
pact,
kept
it
sacred
(sacred)
Now
every
other
day
the
trap
gettin'
raided
(by
the
book)
Little
dog
ass
bitch
love
to
strip
naked
Sittin'
on
her
mama
Porsche
gettin′
braided
(little
thot)
Dick
suckin′
every
nigga
that
done
made
it
Unless
you
fuckin',
bitch
need
to
get
spayed
Number
one
suspect
in
the
arraignment
I
don′t
need
the
fake
love,
I
refrain
it
(at
all)
Fuck
shit,
I
don't
even
entertain
it
(I
don′t)
All
the
money
and
the
fame
got
me
jaded
To
the
Most
High
due
to
all
praise
(above)
And
no
flesh
wounds,
we
don't
do
grazes
(grazes)
Catch
you
talkin′
out
your
neck,
we'll
blaze
it
(pap,
pap)
Put
some
money
on
my
head,
we'll
raise
it
(raise)
"Just
when
I
thought
I
was
out,
they
pull
me
back
in"
"Carry
that
stink
of
the
streets
with
you
the
rest
of
your
live"
"I
like
the
stink
of
the
streets,
it
makes
me
feel
good
I
like
the
smell
of
it,
it
opens
up
my
lungs"
"I
want
you
to
get
this
fuck
where
he
breathes
I
want
him
dead,
I
want
his
family
dead"
1 Carruth
2 Giant Slide
3 Surf & Turf
4 Run-Ins
5 Scrape The Bowl
6 Pinto
7 Slow Roll
8 S.N.O.R.T.
9 Grey October
10 Mustard
11 Speed Demon Freestyle
12 Phone Bill
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