Lyrics
If I was a killer I would be like Luigi
Do it real clean, treat the strap like a squeegee (Ok)
Everybody fxxk with you and everyone needy
How the fxxk we put the co-exist when everyone greedy?
That's why I move by myself, I don't need no one help
Hit the lick on my lonely 'cause they might just tell
Every one of you fake, y'all plastic as hell
Me and soft axx rappers, man, we never gonna gel
I pray the thugs keep thuggin'
The hxes keep goin
ThΠ΅ fat axx is shakin', why the liquor keep pourin' ?
And they keep lookin'
'Cause I keep winnin'
And I keep a, huh
So I keep grinnin', I'm
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yΠ΅ah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Yeah)
Okay the bottom line is I'm a crook wit a deal
If my records don't sell I'ma rob and steal
If a nixxa act tough, I don't even gotta shoot 'em
I'ma give they axx the beats like a fxxkin' producer
Play 'em like MPC, now he on NBC
Now he on channel five and I won't say a peep
If the hounds looking for me, I'ma throw 'em a treat
They find a clue like they Shaggy, I'm like it wasn't me, huh
So many imaginary opps, nixxas don't even be gangsta, but they gangsta 'cause of the Glock
So many imaginary thugs, all you rap nixxas licks, finna rob 'em for they buzz, uh
Yeah the thugs keep thuggin'
The hxes keep goin
The fat axx is shakin', why the liquor keep pourin' ?
And they keep lookin'
'Cause I keep winnin'
And I keep a, huh
So I keep grinnin', I'm
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Yeah)
Ayy, tell me when I'm in the day room right?
My man from the Southside was listening to that joint, you know, he was bobbin' his head like shit
So I put the headphones in my man's ear
He got to dancin' like shit, that joint catchy as a motherfxxker
Plot twist, rewind back to 2010 in front of the judge for my sentence
State gave me fifteen and they dropped the gavel
Could've got away with three, but I wouldn't tattle
Made parole and then I got out early, early
Hit the studio with Lo and had to rock out sturdy, sturdy
That's why it's real in my eyes, I made it here no surprise
If I did the whole time I'd be out in 2025, 25, 25
Do it real clean, treat the strap like a squeegee (Ok)
Everybody fxxk with you and everyone needy
How the fxxk we put the co-exist when everyone greedy?
That's why I move by myself, I don't need no one help
Hit the lick on my lonely 'cause they might just tell
Every one of you fake, y'all plastic as hell
Me and soft axx rappers, man, we never gonna gel
I pray the thugs keep thuggin'
The hxes keep goin
ThΠ΅ fat axx is shakin', why the liquor keep pourin' ?
And they keep lookin'
'Cause I keep winnin'
And I keep a, huh
So I keep grinnin', I'm
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yΠ΅ah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Yeah)
Okay the bottom line is I'm a crook wit a deal
If my records don't sell I'ma rob and steal
If a nixxa act tough, I don't even gotta shoot 'em
I'ma give they axx the beats like a fxxkin' producer
Play 'em like MPC, now he on NBC
Now he on channel five and I won't say a peep
If the hounds looking for me, I'ma throw 'em a treat
They find a clue like they Shaggy, I'm like it wasn't me, huh
So many imaginary opps, nixxas don't even be gangsta, but they gangsta 'cause of the Glock
So many imaginary thugs, all you rap nixxas licks, finna rob 'em for they buzz, uh
Yeah the thugs keep thuggin'
The hxes keep goin
The fat axx is shakin', why the liquor keep pourin' ?
And they keep lookin'
'Cause I keep winnin'
And I keep a, huh
So I keep grinnin', I'm
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fxxk a rap nixxa, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Yeah)
Ayy, tell me when I'm in the day room right?
My man from the Southside was listening to that joint, you know, he was bobbin' his head like shit
So I put the headphones in my man's ear
He got to dancin' like shit, that joint catchy as a motherfxxker
Plot twist, rewind back to 2010 in front of the judge for my sentence
State gave me fifteen and they dropped the gavel
Could've got away with three, but I wouldn't tattle
Made parole and then I got out early, early
Hit the studio with Lo and had to rock out sturdy, sturdy
That's why it's real in my eyes, I made it here no surprise
If I did the whole time I'd be out in 2025, 25, 25