I can’t get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics
My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual
For every dollar gotta nigga’s blood chiseled, the slug sizzle
Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly
Four 380’s in the prophecy, the bigger I got
Handle B-I, smoke a C-I, snuff a C-O
Can’t You See, I’m the Total, vocals is low blow
Barely soldierable reinformed the man from Nahwan (Nahwan!)
Toe to toe complex the next expert, who’s in control?
Episode, ya can’t control your fascination
Hell is the name, two guns that look the same
Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort
Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga on his sports
Talk back I’ll leave ya jacked, rap format, I’m hostile
Wild out for snakeness equals foul
General G, blowin Dutches in the train
