MAKE IT OUT THE A (feat. Shan 2 Smoove)

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They don't know where I'm from
I'm from where them nigga tote a whole lot of guns
I'm from where they hating if you stacking up your funds
Nigga we was down bad, we ain't never had no fun
Rolling up that gas and it's bad for your lungs
My lil bro got a stick and it come with a drum
All my nigga on the block with they business

They gon' keep that shit brief and they never leave a witness
All the police out here trying to get suspicious
We ain't worried bout them nigga, we just out here trying to get it
Cause we never had much
Nigga never had a clean cup of fruit punch
And I was on them meds cause they say it's supposed to heal you
But I got off of that shit, it don't really do much
And niggas throw doubt

I don't give a f*ck who around, nigga promise I'ma show they ass something
They tried to belittle me
I'ma take everything literally
I ain't really worried bout em, I just got my mini me
Know the Glock come with more legs than a centipede
Aint a museum, how they see us sculp history

Ayy, I can switch it up because I'm versatile
Niggas talking shit, gon' do em bad, came from the worst or miles
Perfect smile, looking at my baby make me nervous now
Stacking up this bread, now my mama she don't worry now

And I stay with the glizzy
Pop you in your shit or I'ma hit you with a semi (pop pop)
Six, seven, nine, mix this shit like I'm lil remy
Pop, pop you in your kidney and I won't leave a witness
Cause I'm folks, they gon' get me
Jakes on my ass, do 200 in a hemi
Running through them red lights, yeah I got a 50
Balling like I'm Kobe 24, yeah you know
Got me a new chopper and that bitch got a scope
Aim it at your head but I bust you in your throat
Nah I don't rap but I hit it on these flows
Stay down for the four, call me D4
Run up in your shit, we gon' kick down your door

With this double O stick
I just fucked your bitch, now she screaming for a lick
Call up all my gang, yeah you know they gon' hit
We got all these choppers, yeah we blowing at your shit
In the booth of Reak, yeah we hopping on the mix
Drop it on the shit, yeah that bitch is getting lit (Damn)
I don't f*ck with media, not even the gram
I can serve you pack, I can't serve you no lil gram
Working on my ass, I'm just trying to learn to scam
Pass the shit to Reak he finna get up and go ham

A lot of nigga got they nose up
See me hopping out and I got to pick my doors up
I just copped a brand new chain it got me froze up
Nigga see us doing big things and they loathe us
Bagging all them O's, nigga better pick they bowls up
Every time I hop on the beat I got some more for them
Yeah them nigga be some fiends
Used to shop at the Gap, now it's Fendi and Supreme
Eat at Benihana, used to be kids cuisine or Lunchable

All my young nigga that be with me, they untouchable
Looking at your bitch and she looking really fuckable
I'm just trying to make it to a place where we comfortable
They want a ride, it ain't room in the coupe
Seats ice cream, I need more than a scoop
And I can't have nobody fucking up my leather
Every time I'm on this bitch you know I'm only getting better, Shit progressive
Just looking at your bitch I get a wetter
They know my future brighter than my motherfucking bezel

I had a dream like I'm fucking M.L.K
Say you want some smoke, boy you know just where I stay, I'm in the A
Smoking on this gas all day, To the face
Rolling up a wood, yeah it put me in my place
Call me Tay-K cause I'm running in this race
To the top, I won't drop, I won't flop
Yeah I be smoking on these opps, but I be runnings from the cops

In my Gucci flip flops, I might pop up to your door
Hello, bitch, knock knock
Staying on these routes like a mouse chop chop
We gon' hit your block, I got 30 in this Glock
Yeah that clip it hold 30, it go pop, pop, pop
I'm in the hood every day, I'm just trying to make a play
Trying to get my mama out the hood, get her a new place
Wanna strip me for my bread, yeah my legs they might shake
Sike nah pussy boy, yeah I just caught a case

Broad day, know we get them nigga out the way
We ain't worried bout what a nigga gotta say
In the bitch stacking up this guala, get this cake everyday
Nigga we just tryna make it out the A
Shit get real out here nigga, we just need a new estate
We gon' skate, in a Demon or a Wraith
Rocking bape, ain't no face
Gotta check the weed to make sure it ain't laced
And it's free my lil cousin man he tryna beat a case

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