ฟังเพลงFuel (Explicit)

Smoking trees I'm ridin' 'round

Come to my side of town

Lately it's been goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' down

Look uh look

All of my niggas gon' ride with it

In the pocket the rocket like Kelly mom

Mama told me the power was in the tongue

But it probably ain't powerful as a gun

All of you little cowards get devoured I'm givin' out flowers to anyone

I ain't been out the house in a minute

'Cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature

I been mindin' my business I'm business mindin'

I been spendin' some time with the minister

'Cause them niggas spinnin' s**t

And still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister

Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque a temple a church

Them brown skin's seen them men niggas hurtin'

And murder's a common courtesy for certainly

R I P D on the shirt search lurk murk squirt durk first

Forty-eight

My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date

Talked the other day he say he doin' okay

He good he gainin' weight then got a sharp shank

He made he say they played they gotta partake

Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint

Eyes all red full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place

East side niggas from the A niggas all ages

Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage

All the OGs 'round town was our age

Danger sex and d**gs X and R rated

Danger sex and d**gs s**t be outrageous

But don't get this s**t f**ked up my boy

Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up

I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it

Get to the basket get the cash and cuddle up

Cover up bundle up batter up

Batter up

Um talk a lot of smack and now go back it up

Shawty wanna shag wanna shack it up

I can put a p***y on the platter like a platypus

Nappy hair nigga hair natted up

I said Barbara nigga tatted up

I won't argue nigga mad as f**k

'Cause I ain't compatible I'm finna catapult

But niggas know it's goin'

Down down down down do-do-do

If I run out of fuel

I won't what the f**k y'all gon' do

If I don't run out of fuel

Down down down down do-do-do

Run out of fuel

That scares the f**k out of you

For a couple decades

Brrt

Been lettin' this TEC spray

Brrt

From that day that I met Dre

Brrt

So you liable to catch strays

Brrt

From the second you press play

What

I suggest they

What

Do not test like an essay

Why

'Cause like when my homies out west ayy

Yeah

We can just say

What

I'm like a R-A-P-E-R

Yeah

Got so many S-As

S-As

S-As

Huh

Wait he didn't just spell the word Rapper and leave out a P did he

Yep

R I P rest in peace Biggie

And Pac both of y'all should be living

Yep

But I ain't tryna beef with him

Nope

And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me

Nah

Ain't gonna be on no beat silly

Yeah

I beat the beat silly on the grind like teeth gritting

Call me Obesity

Why

You think it's over

Wait it's just beginning

Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty

Nah

Used to be yea tall

Then I grew a little each day 'til I became God

Indeed they small like DJ Paul

Woo

My new van's better than your truck by far

B***h suck my balls

You either smoke crack and your playin' stick ball in the street

'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car

Yeah

But if the whole world was out to

Kyle Rittenhouse spittin' rounds

I don't condone

And constant compliments

Smokin' trees and ridin' 'round

Come to my side of town

Lately it's been goin'-goin'-goin'-goin'

Look uh look