52 Shotz lyrics

[Verse 1: G-Bo Lean]
Let me introduce myself b*tch I'm G-Bo Lean
Over lul-T, I'm bound to street sweep
They think it's Miami when I come with that heat
Your b*tch bless me, and I ain't even sneeze
On that 1-5 murder block with the murder team
Stacks on stacks, them hoes think I'm pushing P's
Tryna' get rich so I can be like Mr. D's watch how I come on this Du Damage beat
My n*ggas carry Big Macs but don't work at Mickey D's
Get your head cracked that's a sunflower seed
Ask about G-Bo they know me in them f*ckin' streets
Piru color, them hollow tips make him bleed
Trill n*ggas stand up, f*ck n*ggas take a seat
Introduce em' to that 4 thinkin' that was chemistry
Cold outside but them killers strapped with them heaters
3 point shooters and they bound to take the buzzer beater
One speed dial, I can get your family tree hit
Light a n*gga whole block up, Las Vegas Strip
One speed dial, I can get your family tree hit
Light a n*gga whole block up, Las Vegas Strip

[Verse 2: Gman lul-T]
Gman I'm that n*gga that you heard about
To keep it real I'm the one you should be worried about
We keep it stitch lip n*gga we don't run our mouth
Cause every n*gga I rock with it with it bouncin' out
Masked up like its Halloween
And I'm cruising through his hood early morning off promethazine
I'm that n*gga b*tch whatchu mean?
I rock alone but you know I'm locked in with the murder team
AR's with them green beams
And I come from a hood they send hoes and they serve fiends
I knock you out your Tru jeans
And leave 88 shell cases n*gga on the crime scene
I chase blues b*tch you chase green
You a prince and right now sh*t I'm feeling like a f*ckin' king
And don't make me call G-Bo Lean
Cause he a pro with the tool have you ever heard a chopper sing?
[Verse 3: Mike Sherm]
Heard some n*ggas want me dead cause the n*ggas that I f*ck with
Same n*ggas talking catch me slippin' never bust sh*t
Crazy how them suckas be the main n*ggas suckin'
I'm a side n*gga so I'm main b*tch f*cking
f*ck so many hoes off this rap that's a fact but before I made a slap probly broke your b*tch back
Why these n*ggas speaking on me they don't know me like that
Remember after school headed straight to the trap
This n*gga acting funny over pus*y he a cat
You never see me paying for no coochie I'm a Mac
I can't fall in love she just a groupie and a rat
I can f*ck your b*tch and make a movie with no hands
Me and G-Bo Lean put the city on our back
All around the globe put the city on the map
I'm an Antioch baby on that highway 4
If my b*tch go broke, I'ma have to let her go