Baby Bintro - Messy Marv

What it is, it’s motherfuckin out here

I’ts about this Eddy man

Bout holdin' gats semi automatics and blowin' shit up

They call me baby Aladdin young on mines

Nigga.

Bout killin' shit nigga

Bout gettin' that money mayn, you know

Yeah nigga.

Bout sittin' on lexus, on twenty’s mayn spinnin' mayn

Everytime I stop nigga, my rims blingin' mayn

You better know my nigga Mess is gon' love this fasho

Yeah nigga, you better know it

Nigga bout to ball on this bitch

Tryna stack a million in this bitch, feel me

Feel me?

R.I.P.

D ses

To the homies locked down

Rob G

Silo

records

Stay down

Koalition

Eddy block

You know what’s crackin'

Fuck you marks from Yelding-Sloan park

Nigga

Bay Bin Laden on mines, I got C-4 and all that shit to blow shit up nigga

The whole block

Five Six Seven

Yeah it’s bigger, a few niggas know me now

I put in work, a few niggas owe me now

I got problems, just a few niggas on me now

Koalition nigga, I’m holdin' it down, you feel me

Droppin' shells mayn, gettin' off rounds, feel me

Fuck love nigga, fear lasts longer you hear me

Nigga this hood shit shady, where the bloods gone brazy

And the crips get crazy, it’s California

Young nigga thirteen’ll pull a wetter on ya

Nigga you better have a Teflon sweater on ya (Woo)

Fuck the east coast, nah I love the east

It’s just some of them niggas, need to watch they mouth-piece

Chain holdin' a charm, ice all on my arm

Bitch ring the alarm, you niggas just getting warm

Mess been burnin', dudes is huggin' and turnin'

I’m teachin' em how to get shivers, my young niggas learnin'

Cookin' over the flame, lookin' over the game

And if I left the bay the shit’ll never be the same

Motherfucka!

Nigga follow me nigga

Ride with me nigga Ha ha

Young Messcalen baby

You niggas bow down nigga!

Get your money game up mayn

Get you some clothes nigga, go get yo' clothes game up nigga!

Get yo' hustle game up nigga!

Stop hatin' nigga, keep my name out yo' mouth nigga!

You know what I’m talkin' bout?

Get yo' car game up nigga!

Put some shoes on your whip, get your shoe game up nigga!

You know I’m talkin' 'bout?

We disobayish for this year nigga!

Yeah!

West Coast!

We run the streets nigga, Fifty who?

Okay, oh, no he didn’t say anything about Fifty, okay?

Like fifty is my boo okay?

Like twenty-five cent plus twenty-five cent

Ain’t never hurt nobody y’all know

Tight things come in small packages

Swalla

Everything was cool until my boo 50 Cent got a restraining order on aJ

And then sat his fine buff ass on B.E.T.

and dry-snitched on everybody

They better not put they hands on my baby daddy 50 Cent 'cause they don’t know

me

Okay?

I’m a undisputed featherweight.

gay wrestling champion of the wooorld

Okay?

When you come to San Francisco

Make sure you eat Rudy’s B-B-B-B-BBQ

On third and nuke em

Taste so good!

Make you wanna beat up yo' bitch

Bitch, come here bitch!

I got an

Nigga look, look, look