gorilla, man. Y'all know I get that scrilla, scrilla f'reala, fam. Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man. Never catch me trippin', slippin' and kill me, damn I show the hood love, they
the sizzler The drama is a part of the story that I'm a give ya. The black mags and back stabs are so familiar. The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla. That lame ain't a killa he softer
in walls. God damn I'm fly. GT irons and all that, Cassos and all that. Rembrandts, you name it bitch I got it all. Yeah bouncin on my scrilla. Kickin back from out nilla. Bitch aks my color. I told
lookin' for his cousin killas I got a dozen killas for niggas who doesnt feel us. I changed for a reason but homie, it wasnt scrilla. They cant say that nothing change but my clothes. Oh, Im lyin', I do
you wanna proposal and lock that. Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I'm not above that Oh hold on Young, let me get it back. You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat. Boy you now tuned
