Refill
Fatality
I'm fucking rhyme with the work (whip it)
I'm fucking rhyme with the work (flip it)
I'm fucking rhyme with the work
(let's do it)
I'm a be selling my dope around here
Until nigga's put me in the dirt
Naw we don't run out naw we don't run out
Uh huh we don't run out
I ain't never ran out
I just real real real breezy real
Real breezy real real breezy
We ain't running low i'm trained to go
I'm a kick yo door make you hit the floor
Hungry nigga I come to get the kilo
My nigga nose running
Got no money would've been good
But he stole from me
Every brick I used to give
To the nigga he'd blow
I got Mars nigga I'm a lawyer nigga
Been doing this way before you nigga
You a spoiled nigga I'm a
Street nigga you know
Got old ones got new bitches my
Day ones no new nigga's
My report card all A's nigga you a hoe
(gat gat gat) i'm vested up VBS up smoke
Bob Marley stay blessed up
I'm a pop a ceiling don't
Worry about what I pour
She really real nigga's refill you won't
Gas up I bet we will
I spend everything I got right
Now to get more
Naw we don't run out naw we don't run out
Uh huh we don't run out
I ain't never ran out
I just real real real breezy real
Real breezy real real breezy
I done been down but I ain't never out
I sit down and count you know what I'm about
Go and get to work in the drought (I roll)
Make safety first check paperwork
Shit all good but I could make it worse
Nigga better not open up his mouth
About what I sold (gat gat gat)
Got bank robbers got boosted bitches got
Teenagers going to shoot you nigga's
And honestly there's more to me
Than what I show
I've been counted out while
I was counting up
And then they counting on me to holler buck
Nigga throw me something
I'm looking at them like no
Now won't you stay calm
Got track marks all in every arm
Won't be satisfied until his
Heads just overdose
I've been waiting patiently at the gas
Station two 18 wheelers drag racing
All I want to know is when you close
Naw we don't run out naw we don't run out
Uh huh we don't run out
I ain't never ran out
I just real real real breezy real
Real breezy real real breezy
Ya dig it's going down like that
That there we gonna hit you
Upside the mutha fuckin head with
Nothing but gangsta music man
A who I want you to hit em upside
The hit and lets take off y'all