Last Suppa

Hol Up Po up
Won’t serve where I lay my head at
You dead; don’t bring the bread back
My Lifestyle got the feds mad
Just made me want a bigger bag
I’m kickin', pimpin' at the Jigga Pad
I got way more swag then trinidad
I pop xans when I’m Feeling Bad
I count bands when I’m feeling bad
She doing it wit no hands and ain’t feeling bad
Yung rich nigga you can see the cash
They can see my eyes through the ski mask
Rolled up on em' and pulled the trigger fast
Ima buss you nigga on my flag
Fours on my feet
Same outfit all week
Murder a nigga they covered with sheets
It ain’t nothing for me to delete
They pick me up I will not speak
Stayed down on the block in my cleats
A promblem the yoppa release
My bitch got the yoppa on repeat
She love when we beef
Because I give her more meat
I’m about to clock in it’s time to hustle
Iv’e been chasing, chasing, chasing duffles
Trying to slow it down the feds rush ya
I hope tonight don’t be my last suppa
I pray tonight don’t be last suppa (x4)
Real Hustle!!!
Hol Up Boot Up
I’m on a molly nigga fuck suppa
Mazi Nigga he was born a Hustla
My junkies nigga they were born customers
My killers with me they were born punishers
Not leaving here nigga; one of us
I regulate war and «G's» like me
They see me and they run «DMC»
My bitch transports the work to the DMV
Common wealth so you know I’m Straight
Don’t move the money to late
In the morning nigga will skate
My Pyrex nigga scream rape
In the mood i’ll take the food of your plate
You can hit my bitch nigga you can hit or rape
I don’t sleep nigga so what’s late
If he snitch nigga kill him for god sake
My patna fucked behind the nigga we gone spray the way
Wake the dead and kill him again
Get the Bread; I jump over counters for my meds
My duffle handicapped; no legs
I can’t feel my face; Yoppa in my lap
My money on the bed and my bitch in the safe
Don’t trust no bittch because these bitches ain’t
Me, Mugs and Nikko hit
That bitch no who she fucking wit