Yeah
Ya n***as know what it is man, Mercy great man
Shouts out to all my real n***as Man
All my real D-boys that be out here man
When I do sh** like this, I do it for ya man
Streets f**in with me
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Coca cola we got boulder of that cheese boy
My Motorola going loco I'm a Dboy
We serving Waka Flocka, yoppers, and that lean boy
Ya wanna know where it's coming the seashore
Ya need a ton of water meet me by that seashore
Ya want to know where it's coming from the seashore
Ya need a ton of water meet me by that seashore
Ya want to know where it's coming from the seashore
Mercy Great Verse 1:
I get it off the docks, don't sale crack but I rock
The plug only touch the chop, I ain't gotta dodge the cops
But they still know I'm hot, I got my streets on lock
And Burnham Drive the block, them shorties down to pop
I been around a lot, getting money and pounding and thots
One ounce I bounce and cop, somehow I found the top
My n***as serving loud we call that Waka Flocka
These n***as talking loud but we squeeze louder choppers
We went from serving mid, to kush to lean to yoppers
L's Gang we get it in ain't got no other option
These n***as say they real but to me they imposters
My n***as drilling k** we got that Willie Wonka
You n***as need to catch up two fifths of henny fresh blunts
Cause me and Jon-O next up, you need the best dope text us
My money on CD press plus guess you didn't get it uh uh
Selling water by the water you n***as don't disrespect us
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Jon-O Verse 2
My n***as is holding man, get colder of soda can
Straight drop and then sold them grams eighth copped and it's over fam
Maybach and them rover, lambs, weight up ain't no folding bands
Straight s*uts and they holding hands wake up to some sober twins
They f** then it's more of them, make up with some swollen limbs
My place when it's 4 am, got base but then sold the rims
Irate with the opium why hate wrist the frozen gems
Got cake b**hes on to him my bait b**hes run for 10 (saltbuck)
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Mercy Great Verse 3
Got n***as thumbing through checks, got shorties running with teks
They'll put some slugs in yo neck, my n***as want they respect
In U.p-town I'm a general I salute to the deck
I'm so south burb official bruh yo ain't even no threat (threat)
Making plays that's all I know, buzz running just like our hoes
Don't like sh** sunny it's raining in my home, ain't sh** funny but these lames they jokes
Cla** in session ma f**a take notes, for some strange reason I attract crazy hoes
But I'm Burn Block crazy with a insane flow said I'm Burn Block crazy with Insane flow
Custos I'm tryna get 'em good told him meet broski in the Brittany Woods
Plot on me b**h I wish you would, have ya body found up in a different hood
n***a we in to it, you gotta gun you see the opps
Than little shorty use it, in my town it be boomin
We don't run when we see the cops, they better keep it moving
We don't run when we see the cops, we just get the shooting
We tote heat then lose it, the keish I cop the newest
Ya cop that huff that bull sh**, from the south burbs like cool kid
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