Bài hát 9 5 . s o u t h Báo Lỗi

Killa it's The Off-Season

Let's keep it tall

Y'all ain't f***in' with my man

And don't check your watch

You know the time

Cole World Killa Cam

Niggas is f***in' finished

This shit too easy for me now

Nigga Cole been goin' plat'

Since back when CDs was around

What you sold I tripled that

I can't believe these f***in' clowns

Look how everybody clappin'

When your thirty-song album

Do a measly hundred thou'

If I'm bettin' on myself

Then I'll completely double down

If you hated on a nigga

Please don't greet me with a pound

I be stayin' out the way

But if the beef do come around

Could put a M right on your head

You Luigi brother now

Trace my steps all in this game

You could see we cover ground

Back and forth from NC to New York

When Jeezy had the crown

Vivid memories niggas start to squeeze

We duckin' down

So many shells left on the ground

It make the Easter Bunny proud

I get up dust my clothes off

Sleep is the cousin of death

No plans to doze off the streets

It don't come with a ref

I never sold soft just creeped

Where the hustlers crept

And got they O's off you reach

Niggas uppin' like Steph

To blow your nose off gesundheit

And then resume flight

As if it never happened

Shit we witnessed full of

So much sickness

Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven

Word to Eric Clapton

Off this clever rapping bitch

My pockets gon' forever fatten

They gon' forever fatten

See we tried to tell niggas

They act like they don't

Even f***in' speak English

Bitch my pen to the paper's lethal

I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the

The nigga that made them peep the reaper

Creepin' on ya the scent

Of failure reekin' on ya

Check your genitalia

Pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself

F***in' with Cole is bold

But it's impedin' on your health

All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth

All my niggas feedin' all they selves

And it feels swell

Krispy Kreme dreams

Sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve

'cause they steady harassin'

We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly

That end in the deadliest fashion

My young niggas nutty they blastin'

Bullets be hummin' like Cudi

But one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'

All over the driveway

Y'all talkin' all sideways

Shots poppin' off y'all laid down

Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now

God watchin' Hey Yahweh

My niggas looked up to the sky like

We sendin' 'em y'all way

We sendin''em y'all way

That's what the f***

I'm talkin' 'bout

Y'all see what the f***

Goin' on out here

Killa Harlem

I-95 shit Carolina

2-6 stand up nigga

Put your hood up

Put your hood up

Put your hood up

Put your hood up

Put your clique up

Put your clique up

Put your clique up

Put your clique up

Represent your shit motherfucker

Represent your shit motherfucker

Represent your clique motherfucker

Represent your clique motherfucker

If you scared to throw it up

Get the f*** out the club

If you scared to throw it up

Get the f*** out the club