Lyrics Ransom Note - Gunibangbangpow

I ain't lying ain't lying I ain't got to I'm The truth
Bad bitch you married to wanna Fuck my crew
But I don't want your girl
If you really want them back then give Me the whole world (The world)

Look at you lying claiming you rich
Ran up on you you was broke as
Shit waisted my time so I broke yo Shit
Go ask a bitch I'm dope with the dick
I'm watching the feds they taking a Pic I feel like I'm debo got hit with a brick
Different cloth check the stitching
Different gas different stinch
Band fan that's my nitch look
Woe I'm dope with the dope
In the big 3 got killers on my team
Fuck smoke I'm bringing the steam
Stab it from the back hearing her Scream
Chains clang but I don't cling
I just do my own thing in dc fly
Like fuck you mean
You broke it don't matter what you Thinking no Penny for thoughts
You ain't got no opinion
I grew up in the hood like Kenny
I serve anybody like Denny's
Niggaz be capping like dentist
Deep like Niggaz in Lenox I know The devil is Pissed my bitch badder Than him

I ain't lying ain't lying I ain't got to I'm The truth
Bad bitch you married to wanna Fuck my crew
But I don't want your girl
If you really want them back then give Me the whole world (The world)

I done seen more white than a Masterbature With a black light
Night in diamond armor heart dark My teeth Bright
Masked up like the black knight
Big Diesel give me a second this shit Hit harder Than a jackknife
IRL living that life
Balldrop like a bad hike in projects At midnight
Fucking you up with a the strap
Yeah nigga like a mad dike
Real Street nigga I bet Gucci would Sign me Baby would sign me
They know I got to bright future Ahead Of me
And killers behind me
Twinkle twinkle I'm a star
Standing up in they chest I'm CPR
New AA I'm a give it the Heimlich
Came in late she gone flip on me Probably boyfriend hate she sip on My private
Musically vibing pro with the tools
I don't listen to logic introduce me to
That hoe hip hop I'm holding her Hostage He might be a Killer but Handsome though
No words just numbers
On ransom note
What I did in the streets lord Forgiven Me I'm running this shit Wildebeest
I was seeing them birds
Why you typing tweets you
Capping you a thug in a week
Bitch thought you was bleeding
Now you not cycle complete
It's a fake nigga race and I can't Compete
It's a fake nigga race and I can't compete