MR.MIX IT
They call me mr.mix it
When i'm in the kitchen
I be whipping chickens
I be kitchen flipping
I just stick my dick
In all these different bitches
Have you catch your feelings
But your love is missing
If you got evicted
They be pistol whipping
Got my nigga blickey
In a headed temple
My nigga blickey
He be emptying the clip, till the bitch is empty
HOLD UP
On with the blind hoe
Lame shit I can flip A brick
Me and blick in the back seat
We stay smoking that reggie shit
Popping hot
We get Remmie Moss
Getting rich
We getting plenty more
Me and Blickey
We be getting hoes
Act simmey hoe
We let the 40 blow
In the block
Let the cash flow
When I say that
They find memo
Real niggas don't change up
They stay in loyal that's cheat code
I be smoking and sipping and drink
You smoking and drink
It's making me think
When my 40 be busting
You niggas be thuggin
I swear that nobody ain't safe
My young niggas don't play around
They will drill A nigga for the fun
And when I was 9
My uncle taught me how to drill a nigga with A gun
It be me and gotti,we be dropping bodies
If you see us, niggas better run
I'm on A paper chase,till my legs brake
If I start flipping shit
You might just hear the shit
Bullets hit your shit
You might just hear the flip
I got niggas with me
I got killers with me
I be serving jungles
Got gorillas with me
I be fucking hoes
Never cuffing hoes
So she blow blow
Like A runny nose
You A joke joke
To these funny hoes
I'm A pussy killer
Make her bite the pillow, cause she like to feel it from the back
All these broke hoes always talking bout
You always like A nigga with A sack
I be loving the bitch
That's the same
I'm just trying to remember her name
Nigga I be smart of A bitch if she giving me brain
I will hit A nigga on the low
And when my Glock cock, fuck A knock knock
I will just hit A nigga through the door
YOUR BITCH
I ain't tripping off of those hoes
I ain't scared of none of these niggas
And if it wasn't for this little petty case
I will bust A head in all of these niggas
FINESSE
These fake rappers, keep fake rapping
Put A head in all of these niggas
You best believe when my nigga home
I'm putting ribs through all these niggas
Yeah, i'm that nigga Kenny's
I be gripping 50's
Slide down your chimney
Got my nigga blickey
He be grabbing 50's
I be serving niggas
Ain't no fucking denny's
Yeah i'm to legit
When the roof is split
Here to flip A nigga
Like A summy twist
You can have the clip
If you want the clip
These niggas bitches
They be fucking snitching
I'ma hear the bock-up
You going hear the bock-up
All these presidential niggas
Calling me baracka
If I was anybody
I be anybody
I always have that 40 in my pocket
So ain't no need to stop me
I be in the swesh
Get the belly flopping