Germ - Buff Squad lyrics

[Intro] Dirty hoe, close range Dirty hoe, close range p**y money, that gangsta ho Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low Good, dirty hoe, close range [Hook] p**y money, that gangsta ho Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low Good, dirty hoe, close range p**y money, that gangsta p**y money, that gangsta ho Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low [Verse 1: Ramirez] Bouta run up on him with the hellfire p**y motherf**ers wanna trust me with gang signs Floats in the middle of the ocean and I leave a body croak And this weed got me choking on the blood I be soaking Lost in the block of my city I'm closing my eyes And I take a deep breath then i jump of the bridge There's no going back the weights on my shoulders and the pain on my chest and the devil exists When i play the blade I'm haunting your kids and then you beg you for your life and now you worship the grey You f**ing with piss thats locked in a cage That's looking for flesh in murderous ways Creep out the dungeon, I hop out the bush Dragging your body inside of the woods Murderers drug dealers inside my hood Run motherf**er, cause I'm [?] [Verse 2: Pouya] [?] Did this on the check underground, better give me my respect 2012 I was swerving at the curb getting booked Meanwhile the skeleton grabbing all of my nuts I raised me, ain't nobody made me, they love what I'm saying, they love what I'm doing Give me one more year and I turn into an OG Know me from the old me, b**h you owe me I let you get [?] [Verse 3: Shakewell] I'm always feeling my [?] I'm frequent in this spot You speakin' you ain't never been in any situation, reaching for your Glock But I know it's fake and all these b**hes s**ing I ain't got no patience for a dumb a** hoe Who ain't giving face, and if you got a problem We can catch a fade boy I been getting faded xannies in my system, I've been elevated [Verse 4: Germ] Damn I hate this b**h, damn I hate this life Always on the hype for hunnids', you better be duckin' I'm comin', I'm sluggin' some tossin' s*uts into buses b**h I'm bringin' the ruckus f** is he sayin' I slayin', we ain't contemplating insanity This sh** is not meant for me, ridin' wit my enemies Hatin' me sitting silent in my vicinity b**h I'm a dog, b**h I'm off the leash Murder mixed with major profits b**h cool it stop it I got a rocket i'll boot you to NASA Astronaut status super future with the blammer Hammer time damn I handle mine Buckin' bu*t ugly nuts s**in big musty nuts f** every moment livin' once Ride it or not you can ride my one