MYSONNE

MYSONNE - US feat. O Pressure, Kasket Boys & Chi Ali lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

At the top it’s just us, nigga, it’s us

But I don’t reallt trust niggas, I don’t

You us, it’s just us nigga, it’s us

But I don’t reallt trust niggas,

We gangsters, we don’t fuck with niggas

At the top is where you see us nigga

Since a younging bitch we been them niggas

Since a younging bitch we been them niggas

It’s just us nigga, fuck niggas,

That’s right, fuck niggas

I don’t trust none of y’all

Lame ass, fuck niggas

What nigga, say something,

My young boys will spray some

We really bout that, yeah

Dumb boys, they front

We don’t discriminate

You play then you gotta go

Line em up, knock em down like domino

Vamonos, adios, headshots, body blows

I don’t know who told these niggas that I don’t go

I gotta hold that blow like the wind

Another hoe that do the same thing like they twins

We going hard, cause any day like the end

These fake niggas play like your friends

That’s why

These niggas ain’t my material,

Ain’t cut from the same material

There’s a general peace to em

While I put the heat to em

The defeat for em

They can’t eat from the plate that we eat from

Cause we deep up, and the songs where the money come

And when the law come, we don’t know how to run son

I let the gun bang, bang, throw dumb dumbs

Here the money’s longs come fuck where I come from

Bitch I took in brooklyn, cause I move like a crooklin

Call me brooklyn or move a little butt

Cause I gun butt niggas with the 40 clip when it’s on top

...andrew luck, cause he playin with the colt, 44

Like the doors of the range rover

And if he say us one more, it’s time

Nigga I’m shinin 99 with a 9 in the club

But I’m a dope in this hood,

And I’ma hit, hit thug

Tell em play ...what, what

As I took plenty cars to the puff from the lot

When they me ...us down

Niggas like who them clowns

You know the rules nigga lay down

Old bitch nigga lay down

You know the rules nigga lay down

Old bitch nigga lay down

[Hook]

At the top it’s just us, nigga, it’s us

But I don’t reallt trust niggas, I don’t

You us, it’s just us nigga, it’s us

But I don’t reallt trust niggas,

We gangsters, we don’t fuck with niggas

At the top is where you see us nigga

Since a younging bitch we been them niggas

Since a younging bitch we been them niggas

You fuck with one, you fuck with all

We keep it real street, you don’t run it all

You never saw hammers bust so before

We real killers, now wanna see more?

I’m addicted to that dope shit, watch how that dope flip

Us in the building, said that thing bout to go click

Let a nigga act up, watch how he back up

When he hear the sound of that thing go black out

I’m original, ex criminal, bring it to anybody that wanna talk subliminal

Real nigga shit, send my us boys, they will get rid of you

No masses, just ratchets, bullet proof vest boots and tactics

We balling, like mavericks, y’all fuck boys lookin real average

We chop that dough fool, real mama cook that soul food

And hustle, that duffle

Got more greens thang hong fu

I don’t hate on niggas, tell me body wanna hate on me

Let’s just agree to disagree

Yeah let the situation be

Been all up in them sell boss, your characteristics don’t tell at all

Either transparent, you keep it talk

My gangsterism gonn let me know

Fight cuts you gun butts in them niggas that I can’t trust

You know this money lay around, I’ma fuck around

And kill one of you niggas for fuckin it up

I hate rats, disloyal niggas, if death...

Them natreys gonn roll you niggas like white

Hold up, let me load my gun up

Run sex...you fuck boys, for tryina slow my numbers

It’s us gang, respect the movement

The people chose us, dick we ain’t choosin

I was in the kitchen just mindin my bizz

And I said let’s flip this thing to music

And I won’t charge...father show you how fast illusion

Like run up on you, smokin a blunt shit

And everything you live for proof to move it

Gangster shit, it’s not the movies...

And I’m a casket boy, certified, let it go quick boy

Like I ain’t do shit, duffle bag I do love

Get found in abandoned building,

In the dark, somewhere alone just for fuckin with us

It’s just us nigga, industry filled with fuck niggas

So fuck niggas, make me reach out and touch niggas

I’m tryian walk straight and make a mill or 2

These fucking rappers rich and 40’s what a miller do

Some niggas talking coke, some niggas talking bricks

Your favorite rapper, he a liar, he just talking shit

I’m here to speak the truth and I’m about that mess

That money motive, pistol pete, can’t leave out that sex

We from the bronx, grinding, grinding at the top nigga

From the cop, and you snitches all you hot niggas

It’s just us nigga, loyalty a must nigga

My niggas here poppin molly smoking dust niggas

Don’t give a fuck niggas, witness is to buck niggas

And go to jail in that yard and cut niggas

Some niggas rocking flags, some niggas rocking ice

You ain’t us nigga, you ain’t bout that life.

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