MESSAGE ft. G.T. Lyrics

On your ass, no pistol Cutting niggas off, they lied bout what it cost

It's a problem, I'ma get it solved and let the chop off

Can't find you, I see your mans, so I'ma pop at dog

Couldn't do the jobs, said fuck that an got to chopping dog

Riding with some shit, I let it off, it can chop some logs

Texting one bitch on FaceTime, I got the other paused

I can't hang with you if we never thugged behind the walls

I had money on the phone, but you wouldn't accept the call

She tryna disrespect the balls, ignore her, won't accept her calls

Niggas like you don't give a fuck about effect or cause

Niggas ain't stepped at all, and I ain't expecting y'all

Told them go ahead and slide through, they expecting raw

Opened up the spot, now it's a long line Swear to God, the blow hit like Mike Tyson

in his prime The work made the fiend jump like Jordan

1995 Lil' nigga, what you know about moving blocks

Clio in the 10 on that ice like they got a knot

Nosy-ass neighbors gotta watch the neighborhood watch

I'm jumping off in Cleveland, soon as this bus stop

He just need a reason, and he going up top They smoke the pill off the foil, then they

smoke that straight drop If you bless everybody, then you won't be

hot Chillin' in the studio, it used to be the G-spot

Been around since they rocked that Soulja rag with the Reebok

Lil' cousin leave a nigga bloody like a tree top

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