FOE Brazy - OK Sayless - Radio Edit текст песни

Текст песни OK Sayless - Radio Edit - FOE Brazy




Ok sayless
Nigga say my name than imma straighten
You ain't never getting yo shit back
If I come take that
We come up the score and then get back
Like we on defense
He don't even know me
But he claims that he got beef with me
All these niggas poppin on the gram
It aint prophet fuck that comment
I'm stun nun but clientele
They say time is money I hold up my wrist
Like time will tell
I knew this time was coming
It's time to let them know who you is
Ok sayless
They must think I'm really some to play with
Why you risking everybody life
In that house that you stay with
It's consequences for the choice that you make
And that shidd called karma
This Draco right here yea it hold a hunnid
We got sticks, Glocks, A K's, FN, XD's nd a mini drac
Dese niggas talking we gone walk down
And shoot 'em in the face
Put em in a coffin bring that chalk out it's a rainy day
Ok sayless I pull out my dick and tell her to taste that
I told that bitch If she ain't built like a dollar sign
Than I can't chase that
That type of ambition that I got
I'll find a penny in a haystack
I caught em slippin gone erase that
Ok sayless I smell death all in the air
I swear life ain't really fair
I wish my mama was still here
I'm trying hard not to drop a tear
Lost a couple ones that I thought was real
Gotta keep a gun I ain't getting killed
Told a couple ones I'll keep it real
Baby say she wanna get to know the real me
Ok sayless
Just a young nigga from the slum
Who ain't have a dollar so he got on hot shit
Never learned how to love life full of problems
So he kinda toxic
Everybody round him hooked on drugs
So his only option was to hit the block quick
He hopped off the porch with a chopstick
Quiz a wizard with the fork make it lock quick
Might piss on the corpse of a opp bitch
Free Big Foo he sitting on top of prison
I'm getting sick and tired of this poverty living
Fuck all the ones that was doubting a nigga
They counted me out I didn't count on them niggas
They tryna find out how I pop it on niggas
I can't say that
Drip know it ain't free you gotta pay that
Up this stick send 223's right where his face at
Oh you want smoke with a nigga yea ok sayless
I make this shit look easy
I was hungry they just let me starve
Ain't nun of them niggas feed me
Rule #1 if you cut a nigga off
Make sure you never need em
Look in my eyes I see these niggas bleeding
Ok sayless
Nigga say my name than imma straighten
You ain't never getting yo shit back
If I come take that
We come up the score and then get back
Like we on defense
He don't even know me
But he claims that he got beef with me
All these niggas poppin on the gram
It aint prophet fuck that comment
I'm stun nun but clientele
They say time is money I hold up my wrist
Like time will tell
I knew this time was coming
It's time to let them know who you is
Ok sayless
Fuck all that shidd I done lost my patience
Don't throw no hissy fit
We get the drop and than we come and spray shid
I might just blitz a bitch
Say fuck the glock and hit em with dis hit stick
Just got da drop ok sayless



Авторы: Rodney Patmon



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