You don't know what it's like To get your head lumped in You keep flapping those gums Like you the boss You should check your chin Oh no you don't know what it's like To get your head lumped in You keep flapping those gums But just when I'm wrong Cause you don't want none
Let me take you back So back in time And make the front page news Livin lives of crime Cause your grand mood shined Outlaws to be exact We're getting something new And we never turned back 6 shots, point blank Aimin at your face Imma quick draw Then I'm gone without a trace And I'll rob a bank While chee and steal Derail a fuckin train Cause you know that I will You need to pay your dues And get cement shoes And we're still on the run The most ruthless crew
You don't know what it's like To get your head lumped in You keep flappin those gums Like you the boss You should check your chin Oh no you don't know what it's like To get your head lumped in You keep flappin those gums But just when I'm wrong Cause you don't want none
I'm a heart break kid I'm a stick up kid Bang. bang Tommy gun You's a punk ass bitch Knocked out One punch Like a superhero Banged up. craped out Now your back to zero Boom. bing. pow. King kong do doubt If you blow a mission Imma have to dry you out You can make it up The deets train off of the ground Imma switch plates Shake it you know how Work gets around All bets are in I see you roll the dice Looks like another 7 It's the end of your life
You don't know what it's like To get your head lumped in You keep flappin those gums Like you the boss You should check your chin oh You don't know what it's like To get your head lumped in You keep flappin those gums But just when I'm wrong Cause you don't want none
It's no matter Just a matter of time It don't matter to 3 It aint no matter of mine If you keep your mouth shut Then you'll be just fine If you keep running gums You better look out behind I see U N to the D E A D You got the full clip It's just cockin empty Your the cock of the walk But you walk too far Now your cock's on the block Of the boulevard I'm the J O H to the N Y 3 T You lucky you ain't dead If you know they sent me
You don't know what it's like To get your head lumped in You keep flappin those gums Like you the boss You should check your chin oh You don't know what it's like To get your head lumped in You keep flappin those gums But just when I'm wrong Cause you don't want none
U N to the D E A D You got your fist raised But your legs are shaking U N to the D E A D You know that I'm the shit That's why you tryin to take me We can go around the corner I aint catchin a case This will all be over quick Imma do what it takes So your betting all you want But never sneak out of place Or imma roll your ass up And smack the lips off your face You better not run Cause my bullets are faster I'd never really hit a bitch So I'm gonna smack ya This wont even be a fight Cause I'm knockin her out And your nicknamed dick So keep it out of your mouth U N to the D E A D Better be known We do this shit on a daily U N to the D E A D No thanks Still servin you baby
Compositores: Daniel Murillo (BMI), Dylan Peter Alvarez (Funny Man) (BMI), George Arthur Ragan (BMI), George Don Gilmore (440 Magnum) (ASCAP), Jordon Kristopher Terrell (BMI), Jorel Decker (BMI), Matthew Alexis Busek (Kurlzz da) (BMI)Editores: Kobalt Music Pub Ltd (ABRAMUS), Songs Of Octone (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #5250033 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM