Lil' Secret

Here go a message to you hoe.

To many thugs spittin that so called game but that

aint G shit. You dont suposed that everybody aint a

G but we just gone keep that our lil secret.

Here go a message to you hoe.

To many thugs spittin that so called game but that

aint G shit. You dont suposed that everybody aint a

G but we just gone keep that our lil secret.



You dont need to know the hydro i grow.

Many trips back and forth to the liquor store i cant

cope im an old ass pimp come to punch your ass back

bend your back like shrimp I'ma juggla eventhough I

cant juggle shit I blow blunt in airplanes while you

smuggle shit the secrets out I live life like a ruler

yet still quick to stab your ass like Abdula



To some Colton Grundy. G from the flo up ask anybody

I battle they got tore up.

I show up dressed to impress boe tie with a watermelon

blunt back to the matt for shut eye why must i chase

the cat cause when it come to the hoodrats I been in

and up and outta that dead ass G comin from the D-E-T

and all you hoes aint down with me



Here go a message to you hoe.

To many thugs spittin that so called game but that

aint G shit. You dont suposed that everybody aint a

G but we just gone keep that our lil secret.

Here go a message to you hoe.

To many thugs spittin that so called game but that

aint G shit. You dont suposed that everybody aint a

G but we just gone keep that our lil secret.



We like a secret to the game.

In a circle if you aint down with us its so hard to

remember your name I got respect for the game and all

the people we drop its gone be songs like this hear

that keep shit alive I'm like an addict to bustin beats

in half with this rap flow I'm junkie in every way

people call me fatso so let go all of you hoes claimin

the game let me get my foot in the door it aint never gone be the same



If you talk you get your neck slit you better walk

to the back before I go for the axe and let my tack

sick your dead bitch givin out my transcript tellin

all your homies how the hatchet wasnt playin shit.

Abondon ship theres a hole in your boat talkin never

floats nah theres a hole in your throat now your speakin

alone cause I deminished your moan if I see you I'ma

finish the job you lil bitch



Here go a message to you hoe.

To many thugs spittin that so called game but that

aint G shit. You dont suposed that everybody aint a

G but we just gone keep that our lil secret.

Here go a message to you hoe.

To many thugs spittin that so called game but that

aint G shit. You dont suposed that everybody aint a

G but we just gone keep that our lil secret.



Just gone keep that our lil secret. Just gone keep that our lil secret.