Letras I'm Assuming - Blac Youngsta

I'm Assuming

Mmm\nMm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm\nMm-mm, mm-mm, mm\nNo love for no pussy\nIt’s understood, nigga, we all kill shit\nYou already know, get the fuck off me\nNigga know I, nigga, I’m on that slime shit, bitch\nI done already lost everything to this shit, nigga, I take everything, bitch\nYeah\nPussy nigga, yeah\nI’m on that, ayy,, give me the AK\nThey wanna know right now, bitch ass nigga, here it go\nI’m assuming, them bitch ass niggas caught themselves stoppin' me (I'm assuming)\nI’m assuming, my young nigga murder shit, they bust shots for me (Yeah)\nI’m assuming, niggas gon' pay me everything they got for me (Bitch)\nI’m assuming, niggas they think I’m playin' like Monopoly (Pussy)\nAll that throwin' them slick shots on the 'Gram, that’s how you end up dead\nAnd I don’t got no love for no pussy nigga, I want off with his head (Gang)\nAnd I don’t give no fuck 'bout what you rep, you know my opps they bled (Gang)\nI done bust out shots for all the niggas 'cause all the niggas was scared\n(Gang-gang)\nAsk me what I rep, I rep that red, black ain’t far from red\nNigga tried to clip me like some jury, ski mask on his head\nNiggas don’t want no smoke 'cause when it come war time, these niggas scared\nI’m the type of nigga put money on your head, come kill you for it then get the\nbread\nI’ve been a street nigga that murder shit, rappin' shit my second hobby\n(Gang-gang-gang)\nI’m on a burge 'bout to purge with the young niggas, they stackin' (Brrrtt)\nBust out the Lamb truck, I don’t give no fuck, I’m bussin' out the new Ferrari\n(Skrr)\nPussy ass nigga and I’m still (Bitch)\nThis on gang, I’m still mobbin' (Gang-gang, gang)\nI’ll give this shit up right now if I could see my dawgs alive (I swear to God)\nI sold my soul to the devil right before (Bitch ass nigga)\nI seen some niggas make changes on me, I took care of they child (I'm on their\nshit, nigga, what’s up, nigga?)\nI go to sleep with my banger on me 'cause I don’t trust nothin' around\nMurder what she wrote, you play with me, you get murdered again\nI dig your ass up and show your friends, on some evil twin\nYou gon' have to be quiet when I talk, that’s the seat you in\nOut them windows say I bought them niggas stole cars and they straight to (Yeah)\nYeah, them pussy niggas they let me in\nI put some rap niggas they life when they out with their friends (Gang-gang,\ngang, gang-gang)\nWhen we hit your block, we spin again\nI’m assuming, you ain’t gon' learn your lesson 'til we come and kill your kin\nStop this bitch right here (What?)\nLet me out (Hell nah)\nYou know I’ma squeeze the whole trigger, pussy\nYou know how I come, you know a nigga did this shit for you, duh (Yeah)\nI’m on that same shit, bitch ass nigga\nMan, get the fuck off, nigga, killin' shit, nigga (Man, get your ass in the car)\nYou know these niggas gon' tell you\nI was there was a lot of see me now\nThese niggas wanna be now (Rest in peace cuz)\nI made a stop at the CVS, these niggas wanna see me drown (It's on blood)\nHeartbroken, some niggas they crossed me out, these niggas wanna see me down\n(No love)\nI’m vicious, I’m smokin' straight on my opps, straight up by the pound (Yeah,\nayy)\nWe gon' spray your life, we the type of niggas that’ll come wet you down\nIf I say it twice, swear to God gangnem them come shut you down\nYeah (Yeah)\nThey ran out of bullets\nMy young nigga caught them niggas lackin' out of bounds\nI remember way back in the day, I was on a play\nMake them pussy niggas respect my hustle, workin' like a slave\nGang-gang, gang-gang, fuck everybody for life\nI was tryna get paid\nKillers take you out and clean the scene\nI ain’t talkin' of\nRunnin' through the streets, gamblin' with my life, lookin' for a fade\nPrayin' to the Lord, He save my life, I just wanna be saved