Kiss My Ass

English translation

You know what it is. It's your boy Tre.

You know we fucking it up with Tre.

Y'all already know what it is. You know how we get down.

Cook my mic up.

Ay, uh-uh.

-Asshole black lace -I only wear Loubs at night, my swag racist

Black and white Premium Forces, black laces Patek Philippe bezel with diamonds, no spaces The shoes on the Challenger glass, picture they faces Never had a friend, just haters who changed places Walking out the crib with duffels and big faces Heavy with the metal like niggas who rock braces Rolling with a slut that's mixed with ten races Me and the interstate busy, don't ever get nothing from me A couple empty trucks and a couple of crates dummy Bricks inside the floor and the tires considered money Litigated by an East Coast Haitian that's named Hunter

Just know that I'm protected by the killers and G's So pay me what you owe me, pussy nigga, I need it Treat you like a block pick, a spot where you bleed at

Thirty at your crib and go to waiting on feedback I aim where you breathe, never aim where your money's at That penitentiary shit, I'm tryna break where your sneeze at I aim where you breathe, never aim where your money's at That penitentiary shit, I'm tryna break where your sneeze at

I aim where you breathe, never aim where your money's at That penitentiary shit,

I'm tryna break where your sneeze at Snake grass niggas'll be where I come Pleasure, kiss your mother, this seed is seeds If I hit the lighter, for camera you get a flare Fuck it up and I get to kicking right where your hair's Bumping out the muffler, get checked with no cares Fifty whip under the grass King of the streets was open, I couldn't pass GM theft, robbing and jacking, you couldn't last Game like a pimp, your woman calling, I'ma slam Pipe on the way to her throat, I'm tryna stab Yeah, you can bet it's me, bitch Same nigga on the cover of your Hip Hop Weekly Riding through the city up in something that's big, bitch Bad for your ears but it's something to see, bitch We ask game when I pull up in black chain Hoes, G's with guns that sport flames Twenty-three and get your cocaine, I'm blowing chain Niggas like to rap, I'm addicted to -getting change -A lot of niggas lost they pops to the drug game Other niggas lost they blocks when the thugs came Bring you out of boxes, they know 'bout the slug game Soon as the money get right, that's when the love change Niggas know who to call when they want raw Kiss is the cornerstone of the corner store D-Block general, he stay shining In the back of the van, 2K9-ing My dope so strong, it's giving fiends the hiccups Coke is so high, got niggas doing stick-ups Found out another nigga dead, light the piff up Make sure one is in the head, load the fifth up Play my hand right, baby, I held aces Nothing on the scene but blood and shell cases Nike gloves on the team, they can't trace us Snitches into witness protection getting facelifts These niggas'll never be able to fuck with me Say my grace before I give 'em a buck fifty Whole hood with me, they hating, we all spiffy Everything is a sure shot, nothing missing Dancing with the devil on occasions My delivery is incredible and amazing Listen, when I ain't selling records, I'm selling hazing 'Bout to have the sour kush and a couple

Basings Back to these faggot-ass industry niggas Everybody consider yourself enemy niggas Headshot, same way they did Kennedy niggas Me, me and Lucci's the rap trinity niggas And it's all real here, ain't no scripts to it Jail niggas spin the yard and burn sticks to it Other niggas zoned out, knock off bricks to it Doubled in the head live like Lil Mix too, haha Yeah

True crimes, motherfucker -Niggas like to rebel -Mix tape -Niggas like to rebel -Green

Niggas like to rebel

G, -niggas like to rebel -Last Kiss, the album.

Niggas know they still suck.

I'm still that nigga, haha.

Green Lamp

The evil ruler