Politicking Lyrics – M.I.S. Ron
Singer: M.I.S. Ron
Title: Politicking
I don’t know why they chat, these n#gg#s be politickin’, six shots leave his body froze
We be f#ckin’ up checks, the bread on the table, I swear that sh#t look like a pile of clothes
Can’t nobody say nothin’, my n#gg#s been through the most
He got clapped ’cause he wrote a post
Bullets fly through that Cleezy, invest in a better coat
Got a gun but you never tote
b#tch, I’m a G, like Polo, I did this sh#t on my solo and that b#tch a thot
She go up and down, like a Yo-yo, throwin’ bullets, Tony run when that n#gg# got shot
‘Cause he wanna be in them photos, spinnin’ my block is a no-no, you better not move hot
Tear up his back, no h#mo, and dissin’ you would be a promo so I’d rather not
You ain’t never shoot no gun, you ain’t never spin no block, n#gg#, stop all the cap
You ain’t never lose no body, y’all lil’ n#gg#s wasn’t outside when y’all mans got wacked
n#gg#s be gettin’ me tight spinnin’ my block tryna fight with those lil’ #ss knives
My n#gg#s really got pipes, we really make movies, like Spike
We really got straps, like a dyke
If he ain’t G, he a target, I’m with my n#gg#s regardless, I hop out and spark it
Got what you need, like a market, this glizzy all black, like Chocolate
My n#gg#s heartless
n#gg#s don’t spin, they be bluffin’
Hand on your hip, holdin’ nothin’, n#gg#s be frontin’
Carved that boy head, like a pumpkin
Shots out the V got ’em duckin’, we not for nothin’
These n#gg#s really be cap but the shooters gon’ flock out the passenger, this sh#t ain’t addin’ up
Y’all n#gg#s really don’t tote
It ain’t on no gun in that coat, n#gg#, stop all the cap
Shots from his head to his toes, like Michael Vick when I throw, then he collapse
Whoever try to get close gon’ feel these hollow tips the most, you know I can’t lack
M.I.S Always the topic, y’all n#gg#s be on some cop sh#t, y’all need to stop it
Get out the way, like I’m moppin’
Wet that boy up, like a garden, shootin’ like Harden
I really make it look easy, I had to show ’em I’m greedy and n#gg#s ain’t feed me
Free put that boy in a TV, he started dissin’ my GDs, them bullets is 3D
Most of my oppas is mad so bullets like rockets, they blast off, shoot then I pass off
Shots to his head like a pass ball, M.I.S Ron who they ask for, get clapped like a backboard
Grrt, bow
Grrt, bow
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Grrt, grrt, bow, bow, bow, boom
Bow, boom
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