Y'all ready to get turns up tonight?
All right.
In the interest of turning up, I'm encouraged everybody to stand up and come forward, especially
since like I have to be in the house with y'all tonight due to technical restrictions
of this stage.
So I'm trying to, you know, come on, it's all family.
Yeah.
Fuck the hate to get paper, fuck bitches get money, fuck all these fuck boys, fuck the
game up, the mouth starts to runnin', why you talkin' that shit, hoe, pussy ass eat
a dick, hoe, ain't fuckin' with my clique, hoe, lookin' for torture, this Gitmo, pussy
rappers this week, bitches ain't got time for this weak shit, it's real, it's fuckin'
these streets, shit, this ain't rappin' this beat, bitch, cops come, we ain't seen shit,
no snitch on this team, bitch, got a AK, that's a meme, bitch, better not catch yo ass
sleep, bitch, wave at him.
Shit, talk, leave your dead boy, hold up in your head, boy, everybody bleed red and
you can find out through shit that you said, boy, dead bodies don't say shit, silencers
when we spray shit on the church every day, shit's about time for you to pray, bitch,
real Gs don't speak on it, turn real, beef, filet, men, yo, robot, slow in the whip on
it, wet the whole block in that dip on it, stay humble and thankful, real Gs sell Yego,
real Gs count pesos, no bank account, just a bank roll, wave at him.
Who the fuck we talkin' on the shit on the block, world full of bitch motherfuckers but
a glutton, keep a hatin' eyes wide shut when the cops see the bitch come out of bitch stuttin'
like he pop, shoot a motherfucker in the chest watchin' bleed out, flatline on the EKG read
out, pussy try to be the biggest dog up in the catalytic chopper, strand his ass in the
league of heavy metal, drill motherfucker, ain't nobody runnin' standin' in the middle of the
street and bustin' like a gun, nothin' to a G, nothin' to a boss, nothin' to a nobody
who ain't got nothin' in there, you wanna floss on the street when they even brain dead,
if you change hook, if you bitch broke, car stolen, your fans should be there to keep
runnin' your mouth, just don't be surprised when the guns come out, ho, let me keep goin',
let me keep til I'm dead and gone, that's my only wish, I need everybody to wave hello,
this song's called hello, elbow elbow wrist wrist, I got a lot to kill, bitch, hello, hello,
hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello,
police
it's clipping bitch
This is for the quarter water penny candy pour
ventilation broken freezer broken freezing with a heater in the rain came
from the slime at the bottom of the land before time from the chalk dust falling
out the pocket the time James died on good times time lapse on the sunrise of
the Arctic shit from the vomit of the bio with no solid human feces from the
soil sleeping bag on the street from the road where they fight over French
fries and dope where they choke for pay so business for that c-section from the
bloody afterbird for the street blood streaks on the back of a hearse all
green everything getting that guac all clean everything swag on lock everybody
holler at the first thing fucking real G shit means don't say nothing
about that game about that life about that yeah about that pipe about that money
about that shit ain't that just about a bitch about that trap about that gun
about that bitch but not run about that go about that ice about that life for the
teeth loose for the holding on by the roof for the skeet shoot take it on the
chin for the priest for the stiff upper lip uppers loving the lift of the other
utterances are yeah I'm fucking you bitch the heart facade over the heart
heart chrome rim looking and whipping a work of art the fuck is basquiat park
named Rosa Barks and the dogs let out to walk in the guys all talk gibberish
yep littlest pup figary bigger enough to scrap for the meat with a right eating
the streets and it rides people for free and a steeple don't mean nothing so
everybody Sunday best when you see him coming all gray thing wrapping them
colors past always talking about sisters and brothers slanging on the church
steps fake suckers bluffing real G shit means don't say nothing about that game
about that life about that yeah about that pipe about that money about that
shit ain't that just about a bitch about that trap about that gun about that
bitch but not run about that go about that ice about that look about that like
for the city that's going wild and drowning without Poseidon and flying
they flags for tyrants and vying out on the violence of vitamin water siren and
crying about the profile and profanity on the mind by the vanity with the blinds
drawn looking out for the shooters fucking we all polluters riot is for
the looters pirates don't know the truth of the bias they born into in the fire
that they pursue and it's higher than those with eyes that are redder than
jeans are blue all purple anything who got grapes higher than a mother fuck
about to go eight if you got a pistol just keep on tucking real G shit means
don't say nothing about that game about that life about that yeah about that pipe about that money about that shit
ain't that just about a bitch about that trap about that gun about that bitch but not
run about that go about that ice about that look about that like
fuck yeah
yeah with us
you're gonna love us once we get it gone we want the games been missing but
we've been here all along they out there praying to Jesus asking what would
hope to do I died for what you love I slept my fucking throat for you blood in
blood out blood on the dance floor the Michael Jackson of this rapping what
you dancing for the Charlie Manson of this mansion Marilyn Monroe singing
happy birthday to a hoes when the gun cock they freeze up so I gun talk
grabbing my cock me mugging the speakers went back into a corner every
animal attacks you and me ain't nothing but mammals you and me ain't nothing and
it's right shit ain't nothing true instead of spit you thought you was a
peach they change you up like you's a pig and it's impossible to park with
party and it's shit take three of these don't call me this is a prescription
bitch
oh you guys up oh you guys up if you're getting ready for you guys up
you should pump your fist and hold on
all these rappers scared of being what they are I run through condoms like weed
smokers I blow through weed and swishers like tornadoes
Disney on these hoes little plastic coffee little red
Corolla little patients call a doctor little supernova a funeral for stars
everybody carry guns a body bag it's mark public enemy number one flavor of
the month I'm looking like screaming she like you just don't care like I'm the
one to play I gotta feed these kids they want to post a child and see the
rap in the back they don't know me in my set
do buy on a private jet private Ryan on the screen
they try to ground me
if you don't you should come to your fist and hold on
work hard for the tattoo tears and the change
minimally after memoir so what paper never did away with the pain still not
on the dress so when I'm fresh and never leave without a wesson when I'm
stepping through the circuit and chesting when he flexing text back as a
wesson here we shoot the messenger care less for Messiah what is higher
cuz it ain't no fun if the homies can't get on my level and walk fire see the
tigers don't come on my a tiger so fly
I stay 10 toes to the toes tell them shoot for the eyes before they see me
I'm a dirty motherfucker running dirty in a truck until I dirty workin up to make
a motherfucker hurt man put a hurtin on them hoes man put a fortune up they
know man know what man know what man don't know to get low when we slow in
the road so yeah average total phantom
your guns up your guns up
your guns up if you're getting ready for the
your guns up your guns up
your gun you should pump your fist and hold on
yeah got smack in a straight jacket a mac in a knife a broad's back in his
broad back in a taxi a tripe motherfucker the lights motherfucker the lights
fucking it's bright as a motherfucker he right as a motherfucker the rain can't
stand the plastic canisters in a brain pan is pandering day man he keeping it
tucked what the nine in the space tween is fine and the belt buckle the safety is
all fine his rocker is offline he rocking that cat fit she's sitting in his
lap kissing the driver he laughs nobody see him he gas dipping rose slick ass
slipping a day he hope they're paying in cash sick as these hipster ass kissers
kissing everyone's ass but his history major range doing shit with it what would
he do teach at the fucking new school of the arts for a bunch of hooligan upstarts
full of themselves not smart enough to grapple with anything real that's when
the Jaguar emblem crashed through the driver's side window and the driver to
Jaguar's head left his body still sitting in the rental the couple all bloody
tongues punctured by each other's teeth died and didn't let go the taxi man's
bid by sector by the hood of a car he never buy probably would never drive
Randy was the first on the scene seeing this couldn't breathe for a high say just
transferred up from a desk cuz he thought he was ready but he not yet hash
browning eggs on a shirt and a pair of legs soon as he got a whiff
haven't thrown up more than once since he was a little kid and his brother made
him drink a half bottle of pine sauce fine all everywhere he wrote the report
soon as he left the scene mind all Larry where he got to get some more booze
sooner ain't gonna scream time all funny when the stomach goes skydive one year
was it last hadn't had a drink in bound five but mama said there'd be days it's
made for sipping away maybe slipping but ain't nobody said they was perfect
Randy got somebody by the collar pistol to the face so he just did something
about his mama say it to my face not so funny when I got a chopper all up in
your mouth where the fucking jokes you were comedian spit it out spit it out
spit it out why you ain't gonna spit it out knock a couple teeth and give them
something we can spit about blood dripping all on his wrist where Andy
got a cold right that police academy shit he don't run from no fights he don't
run for nothing nothing left for discussing scums suckers all over
drinking smoking yelling and cussing last we got a call about some drug dealers
stabbing his cousin these cats his animals they should be in a zoo or something
but he protect and serve these bitches got some nerve trying not to serve me when
he keep killers off of their curves killers off of their streets these
killers off of their minds so they could go to sleep at night and think that
everything's fine he had a glass of wine to calm him down that was I was
talking to this sexy girl half black and half white he asked her what he wanted
ordered up another pipe when they told him he was cut off and already saw his
lights and he starts to cry he can't figure out why he told his sister walking
let's see stop kissing that guy she said you ain't my dad he said bitch can't
and that's the last discussion she already ever had
yeah
nine in a waist half that in a glove box rope in a trunk strip nine in a
lumbar hefty bag zip lock product bag hollow back plenty ties to go around and
all these bitches on the sack in the sack murder cat dial in for massacre dial
nine the outside lines a leacher to the catheter cater to the catty comb cat
stand kitty corner but the real is gonna stand alone and shoot him like a
soldier necktie columbian blood on the rug again rip his fucking liver out the
gizzards jitterbug in the chest cavity steal a gold tooth for the vanity
snatch a wallet call it in the papers call it tragedy it's nine lives eight racks
seven holes to bring it back six tray five miles per hour sitting on four
flats three fingers twisted up two shots right one King Kong motherfucker right
low in a fitted cat I want to turn y'all attention to the bag of the stage
that's kill Rogers back there makes a noise killer killer killer killer you
ain't a killer slip wrist this pock tick is my knocks and if my time's up in this
block bitch I'm fired up in my cocks rich band up to be put down go watch as
my band ain't get 10 bills that I ripped up and ask blood money cuz I'm half
paid Jackson rape in Benjamin he please link it good thing I have changed picked
up the penny face down my life turned upside down so a rampage let that
pimple bite down what you scared of fucking pipe down pipe drinks for these
gasoline two-fist covered in Vaseline ash my weed on this body bag put wraps in
the bottle then light the rag flay go gave you base oh fuck your day low say
low to dare and police who claim they care to save them you ain't no gangsta
I'm a gangsta pop pills at the station huh so what's a monster to the
memento minded all right that shit and blood if you have a pencil find it why
so fucking quiet I am the riot to repo the dog and reservoir Tyron beating the
license on a wanted horse killer killer killer killer killer I'm calling from
in the house that's what he said when the phone clicked off in the gun come back
andании'soo
out of this bitch she laugh, pour the glass and whisper baby make me shout
but she ain't screaming no more because that digger bit her mouth
got pissed off, got pissed on, got pumped like a piston in Detroit
got a bitch born to cut bitches up from the wrist on
pimp shit when a hoe will kill, lube up with the blood that's spilled
can the crew fuck, yup do tell, no dirt she don't do well
and they love the way she do it, fucking with lighter fluid
bitch firein' her nose she knew it, got them brains that'll make you stupid
then write what you gonna bust, take them vice grips to your nuts
everywhere from the walls to the windows gonna be sudden
you got damn guts in this guy like what, god we trust, kill for the money and kill for the love
kill to be a killer, fuck a milli, be a drilling, fucking chill upon a billy, nobody's gonna cut
yup, baggy, taggy, rub it down, pop it, break it, rub it, drown it
I'm the smoker that laid no sound, any true king gon' murder for the crown
get it, one more kill rise, get it
yeah
let's get it
bitch wear your clothes, why they ain't on the flow, play your wearies your money
how you gettin' a dope, colored lights like a disco
down in shots like a missile, put a stamp on that ass
now that ass is official, who gettin' sick from the fizzin'
who got grease in their kitchen, who got dollars for pussy
who the fuck is you kiddin', who got kids at home
don't say nothin', take your shirt off, show em somethin'
whoa, hold up, swag, swag, swag, throw up, yeah you got it club smellin' like ass
last ass is still standin', about to get it some cash
now get it, get it, get it, get it
yeah, kill rise
like that propane and sizzle, play that dope game of fiddle
yo, ain't it sad how you mobbin' workin' at night like you Kimmel
hipster, sip that kombucha, while my pimp juice is organic
I slay that shit out the sliver of my pants, if you're a goddamnit
what the fuck my hoe's that, yo, what the fuck my roback
I am that trappin', hefner, spillin', ramy, all my throwback
these bitches in my noma, comatose, robo-rockin'
one of them naked playin' with pussy, while holdin' my Johnson
yep, yep, now put their mouth down on it, and get it, get it, get it
take a breath and get it, get it, get it
like your protein deficient, I want to Instagram this and have 20 people like it
systems up to the camera, so these hoes, those they're invited
cocaine up to the ceiling, thieves are snortin' the roof
strollin' front of the club, daddy buyin' some shoes
bouncer bro, they can't be in them eggheads, now to the yoke
collar shirts in the line, fuck that line, it's a joke
a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha punch lines, get it, punch lines
get it, get it, get that run punch, laughing at a motherfuckers' lost lunch
throwing bowls, swelling eyes, gettin' baked, sellin' pies,
glippin' birds, countin' money, snortin' till their nose is runnin'
blood is trippin', this blood is crippin'
leave this blood crippled, then everybody dippin'
get it, get it, get it, get it
oh boy
y'all make some noise for the homie, Kill Rogers
can we do one more song for you guys?
hold up, can you run that back?
look when i say dick in ya you say face, you ready?
dick in ya, dick in ya, dick in ya, dick in ya uh
when i say clit in ya, you say face
clit in ya, clit in ya, clit in ya, clit in ya
look when i say gun in ya you say face
gun in ya, gun in ya, gun in ya, gun in you
All right, now we're ready.
Fuck with a baller.
Hard as a wrecking bra.
What, you ready?
My bad.
Tree hugging a wall.
Last bitch is fucked with a baller.
Hard as a wrecking ball.
Break your walls and step on your karma.
Hard to roll on your daughter.
Leave a puddle of water.
This hot is your son's man.
Tell him not to step on the doubters.
Melodic a mind is the mellows.
Dig with a ace.
Suck it, okay.
Shit's busting.
Gonna spray on a bitch.
Cousin.
Just pray for the kiss.
A kind of lingus on a gun barrel.
I ain't gonna be missed there.
Tell him to fuck shit up, bitch.
Break your face.
Dig in your face.
Dig in your face.
Dig in your face.
Dig in your fuck shit up, bitch.
Break your face.
Clean in your face.
Clean in your face.
Clean in your face.
Clean in your fuck shit up, bitch.
Break your face.
Gun in your face.
Gun in your face.
Gun in your face.
You getting it?
In a minute, the one who'll be bleeding.
Don't trip into the washroom.
The rest of this evening, they miss.
Step in before you get red on your dress.
Having the best.
Let it digress.
The shade, the race, the riot, the crime.
The table face.
Time is running in it with a gun.
Get painted.
The color of it's around the town.
Fucking clubbed it on the net.
Bowling the gun.
Trying to control the hand.
The baby, the lean, the louis.
The time's down.
The scene, the cut.
Trying to cut.
Playing the cut.
Playing the cut.
The gun is so getting the neck.
And it's closing the cut.
Get in the chit.
Little bitch, if you're ready to fuck.
Shit up, bitch.
Break your face.
Dig in your face.
Dig in your face.
Dig in your face.
Dig in your fuck shit up, bitch.
Break your face.
Clean in your face.
Clean in your face.
Clean in your face.
Don't you mother fuckers leave me hanging.
Bitch break yo, bang, gun in your heart, gun in your heart, gun in your heart
It's clippin' bitch
