Petty (feat. Maxo Kream) - MoneySign Suede

Everywhere I go, I got a burner And that carry 30 hollow, she'll burn ya (Stephen Curry) If it's beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga) If it's beef, then we lookin' for ya mother (where she at?) 3 K's in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh) 3 K's, cause I don't like niggas (no I don't) Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow) 3 K's, cause I don't like niggas Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent Two 23's in the magazine clip If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent Two 23's in the magazine clip If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click (What we do?) These niggas so fake, man, these niggas'll snitch Just like some hips, man, these niggas'll switch He look like a man, but he really a bitch RIP, Andrew, I'll never forget He died from the hands of a man in his clique That's why I don't trust 'em, I kill niggas quick Niggas'll send you on crash dummy licks And you gone get killed on that???? Supposed to be niggas, he fuckin' yo bitch He eating her pussy, you eating on chips And niggas you put on and helped and get rich Will set you up quick and take you down for them bricks I know plenty of stories like Rico and Mitch These niggas is janky, they on that fuck shit I'm janky myself, so I never trust shit Fuck all you niggas, my KK can spit Catch a nigga with a Smith & Wesson Shoot him while he least expect it No eye-witness, no confession, no police and no detectives Nigga gotta choppa', hit em' Grim reaper, then the reverend Momma crying, momma miss him Young Max God, I don't forgive him Nigga wanna plex like hold up Bullet hit his head, then he fold up I don't kid around, I'm a grown up Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up Double trigger, 40 Glocks, and AK's Double barrel shotty, will blow you away Catch a couple of bodies, throw 'em away These niggas act like roaches, spray 'em with Raid These niggas'll dap you and smile in your face But really they salty, cause these niggas hate They see that you trappin', you moving that weight These niggas is mad, they not getting enough play You think he yo mans, but he really a snake Public informant, he work for the state Video footage, recording on tape Surrounding your house and now kick in yo place Drugs in the cabinet, cash in the safe Weed in the trash bag and drank by the case Coke in the attic and gun on yo waist That boy ain't yo nigga, he work for the Jakes These rapper niggas talkin', but I really do this shit I been juggin', selling hoes, way before this rap, bitch Fucking bitches, selling drugs, on the dub hitting licks Moving pints, selling lean, finessin' niggas out they shit Nigga wanna plex like hold up Bullet hit his head, then he fold up I don't kid around, I'm a grown up Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up

(La música de Harry Fraud) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters What's the sense of it all? Pimpin', powder, and pussy, tryna make pennies See niggas lie on the stand, guess hell ain't harder than prison, who knows? In the '90s, a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke Now they find you a traffic stop, get you riddled with holes We be livin' too fast, we be sippin' it slow One of my niggas was sellin' work, now he sellin' out shows I meet Jay so that's growth, pay attention, take note You over 40 and movin' work, better be by the boat Better be by the dock, better not be by your home If niggas really wan' hurt you, they gon' leave you alone 'Cause them peoples is comin' Where your loyalty, youngin'? When a rapper say, "Free my nigga," his lawyers get hungry And everybody wanna be a trap nigga 'Cause them rap trap niggas get paid And don't nobody want to be a trap-trap nigga When them badge niggas got you on tape, yeah Art imitatin' life, I got to saying lies Got these suburbanites thinkin' y'all ain't afraid to fight Right in the mirror cryin' a little, you shakin', right? Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights Down South slangin' music with these hustlers Keep it true to self and never sell out with these busters (no) I ain't finna tap dance, I don't give a fuck though Keep it true to self and keep it cool when niggas cutthroat Run it Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the ki' (ki') Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three) Hopped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P) Smoke a pussy nigga like I rolled me a leaf (like a leaf, nigga) All smoke, put a hole in his teeth (ayy) Boom, bop, bam, put a hole in his cheek (ayy) Nigga talkin' tough but you a hoe in the streets (ayy) Come and get knotted, freaky hoes in the sheets (ayy) Hustle like a motherfucker (oh, oh), niggas servin' Scudder butter (oh, oh) Pussy niggas undercover (oh, oh), and I ain't stutter, motherfucker (oh, oh) Hit 'em with the blocka, blocka (oh, oh), quick to serve me a clocker (oh, oh) You borderline dick-suckers (oh, oh), tryna take some pics, suckers (oh, let's go) Baby, make your leg bend, yellow bitch, a red skin In DC like a Redskin, come and give me head then My youngins popped a lead in Nigga, swing your dread then Oh, you wanna tussle? We gonna see how niggas play it then (on God) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (yeah) Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (uh, uh) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (yeah, look) Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo) Down South slangin' (huh), servin' all these customers (uh-huh) Like Bill, I keep some pills, keep a Heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable (okay) On the real, you might get killed, don't touch my chain 'cause this untouchable Big black nine on my hip, yeah, I'ma shoot, that bitch ain't cute But she still fuckable (huh) Racks on racks, move packs, sell packs at school, had packs like Lunchables (alright) Tote gats on gats, .45s and MACs, we bust our straps at constables (boom) Hundred chops, my sack, no phone with her (ayy) On Adderall but it's still functional (vroom) Still aired out at her function, though (what?) That Draco so dysfunctional Used to be robber, Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (uh-huh) Yellow bone on top to give me sloppy toppy as I lay (suck it) Pull up on a opp, a chopper rocker hit him while he lay (boom-boom) I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gon' make you Frito Lay Bangin', we don't really tussle If I can't get that thang in, then I'm not finna go clubbin' (hell nah) Every since my bro got killed, I can't trust shit, I can't trust nothin' Can't even trust my Crips because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

I need, I-I-I need a Nicki like Safaree Redbone in red Ferrari Sneaking, geeking off that molly Cute face, I bought her body We hit Follies, we hit Onyx, she hit Magic on Monday G5, V-Live, she live, and making money I need a baby with some money Big diamonds and riding foreigns Gucci purse, I pack his pistol, these bitches can get this issue He a boss, just like Nino, I need me an Al Pacino G5, V-Live, we live and making money (Maxo, Maxo, ayy) Yellowbone Tina, dark skin Keisha (uh-huh) Hood bitch, she gon' set it off like Latifah (for real) Bad bitch down in Miami like Trina (ol' girl) Bougie bitch, only ride Benz or Bimmer (okay) Bitch named Katrina, tell me, have you seen her? (Wet) Hurricane pussy, so wet, call FEMA Bad Latina, she a señorita Daddy be the plug for me on the gasolina (uh-huh) She hit the rode with the bundles She get the bag, and she blow it on bundles (cash) I beat her back in and fuck up her frontal (Maxo, you packing), you know how I'm coming It ain't 'bout the bag, then you know she ain't coming Lil' bitch, she down bad finessing them dummies Lil' nigga fucked up and thought he was fucking She tricked the treat and she brought me the money I need, I-I-I need a Nicki like Safaree Redbone in red Ferrari Sneaking, geeking off that molly Cute face, I bought her body We hit Follies, we hit Onyx, she hit Magic on Monday G5, V-Live, she live, and making money (let me take you) He need a stallion just like Megan, big booty, real big ol' titties Houston hottie, natural body, I want it and he gon' buy it 'Cause I'm freaky and I'm loyal, he love it, so I get spoiled Work that tongue just like a serpent, I'm making his toes coil, ah I'm the bad bitch all these niggas be dreaming 'bout Come over, welcome me in with an open mouth He wanna get with me 'cause he know what I'm 'bout She tried to fuck on my man and she hoeing now I need a boss, I need a kingpin I need designer pajamas to sleep in I need a bae with some hang to go deep in Real bitch with good pussy, street nigga weakness Young Tina Snow, real hard on a hoe Break that nigga 'til he go broke (he go broke) I don't wanna eat, or I don't wanna chill 'Cause a bitch like me ain't missing no meals Take me out for a ride on a yacht Keep me a cup of that 'gnac on the rocks Put six rings on my finger like Jordan If he can't afford it, then I ain't the bitch for ya I need, I-I-I need a Nicki like Safaree Redbone in red Ferrari Sneaking, geeking off that molly Cute face, I bought her body We hit Follies, we hit Onyx, she hit Magic on Monday G5, V-Live, she live, and making money I need a baby with some money Big diamonds and riding foreigns Gucci purse, I pack his pistol, these bitches can get this issue He a boss, just like Nino, I need me an Al Pacino G5, V-Live, we live and making money Mmm-hmm

Pull up my car and go skrrt Flex on that bitch then I swerve Flex on that bitch till it hurt Flex on that bitch till it hurt Yeah, I think I'm more down to earth I just might stop with the bars I did them Xannies on Earth I woke up right there on Mars Pull up my car and go skrrt Flex on that bitch then I swerve Flex on that bitch till it hurt Flex on that bitch till it hurt Yeah, I think I'm more down to earth I just might stop with the bars I did them Xannies on Earth I woke up right there on Mars Mixin' the lean with the percs Sippin' on lean till I burp Venus Serena, I serve Finger fuck Nina, a perv I went to Mars on bars I've been to hell and back Super Charge, my Dodge Don't hit me, I hail my cat Xannies and lean, I'm dozin' off Six double G's, it got me lost Mixin' codeine with alcohol Poppin' the beans with Adderall Choppin' a brick like martial art Flippin' that bitch like somersaults Xannies I pop like Tylenol Cookin' a pot like stroganoff She gave me neck when I met her She gave the crewneck like a sweater You at her neck while you sweat her If you knew better, do better (huh, okay) I gave her a bar, she hopped in my car I swerve in a coupe, she blow me like soup Pull up my car and go skrrt Flex on that bitch then I swerve Flex on that bitch till it hurt Flex on that bitch till it hurt Yeah, I think I'm more down to earth I just might stop with the bars I did them Xannies on Earth I woke up right there on Mars Pull up my car and go skrrt Flex on that bitch then I swerve Flex on that bitch till it hurt Flex on that bitch till it hurt Yeah, I think I'm more down to earth I just might stop with the bars I did them Xannies on Earth I woke up right there on Mars I do the percys on purpose I got the xannies for purchase Percocet, I'm feelin' I'm perfect Wrapper came packed like a turban I handle bars like a mongoose (bikes) Six double G's, I just popped two Sippin' codeine from my ha-choo Xans with the lean, call it thot juice We not congruent I'm obtuse I'll be on lean like hypotenuse I take the acid and mushroom Everything looks like a cartoon I went and bust down a plain jane I take the percys like Max Payne Look at my diamonds, they gang bang Say you were Nicki like Mack Maine Adderall, pop 'em like Tylenol Lean in my alcohol Sippin' Codeine got me dozin' off S-90 pills, I'ma pop em all Coke pill like a white hoe Molly pill like a white bitch Smoke three hoes like Tic-Tacs Breaking down the bar like a Kit Kat Pull up my car and go skrrt Flex on that bitch then I swerve Flex on that bitch till it hurt Flex on that bitch till it hurt Yeah, I think I'm more down to earth I just might stop with the bars I did them Xannies on Earth I woke up right there on Mars Pull up my car and go skrrt Flex on that bitch then I swerve Flex on that bitch till it hurt Flex on that bitch till it hurt Yeah, I think I'm more down to earth I just might stop with the bars I did them Xannies on Earth I woke up right there on Mars

By the roadside shrine there's a place Selling bouquets of cellophane That's where they meet in this desolate place And the more they see, the more they say Thrown like two winter roses into a broken vase They're playing the hand they play Caught in the game they made She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) He puts his faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And his clothes are covered in dew As she writhes in twisted sheets Feel the pulse and the power of you And what you see isn't what's underneath They're playing the hand they play Caught in the game they made She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) He puts his faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) He puts his faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Is it worth it? A new winters coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women and children, soon we'll be shipbuilding Well, I asked her The boy said 'Dad, they're going to take me to task But I'll be back by Christmas' It's just a rumour that was spread around town Somebody said that someone got filled in For saying that people get killed in The results of their shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear lives When we could be diving for pearls It's just a rumour that was spread around town A telegram or a picture postcard Within weeks we'll be reopening the shipyard A notefying the next of kin once again Oh, it's all we're skilled in We will be shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear lives When we could be diving for pearls

(One, two, three, four) And our lives too will pass and fade like this moment Our clothes are like an anthem for sorrow The words we use are like future ghosts And our lives too will fall apart like this moment Gone like the birthday cards on the windowsill Brief as the pale light on the bedroom walls Oh-oh Will you be my personality disorder? Fill me with your personality disorder And years from now the grass will grow over our lives But one day soon we will be found One day we will laugh again through desolate times Oh-oh Will you be my personality disorder? Fill me with your personality disorder Personality disorder Disorder Personality disorder Disorder Is it wrong to love you (it's wrong) As much as I do? (As much as I do) Is it wrong to do the things we've done? You witness our confession and execution You walk us to the rope and watch us drop Oh-oh Steal my blue sky personality disorder Fill me with your personality disorder Feel fine, steal my personality disorder Fill me with your personality disorder

(Ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh) Nothing is as bad as the time we kill Sitting in the bathroom in kitten heels But people seem to know how we feel 15 again Oh, what a wasted love We all sting in our hearts Afternoons in bedrooms with TV meals Laying in the road and under your wheels And people think they know how you feel 15 again Oh, what a wasted love We all sting in our hearts And I said, 15 again Oh, what a wasted love We all sting in our hearts 15 again Oh, what a wasted love We all sting in our hearts