Lyrics:
world that a nigga wouldn't do to
Satisfy, this my bitch that ride
My bitch with the pistol in the ride
A nigga act up, she bustin', she ain't gotta
Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live
Good night...good night
Knock 'em out the box Black
I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up
gotta eat
Take a seat and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up and watch my hustlin' niggaz rush the club
Automatic love, fingerprints,
Yeah
100 bands, bustin' out
Yeah
Count up nigga'
Two up, two down shit
Forever
Ah
100 bands bustin' out the wrapper
Money what I'm after
sinning just to get
By
Mamas crying pain deeper than them fuckin
Bullets flyin
Funeral get hit up leave the whole family traumatized
Demons everywhere
About drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mothafuckin' role model?
To a kid lookin' up to me
Life ain't nothin' but bitches
[Chorus:]
Where tha phukk you at
Where tha phukk you at
Women are so conniving
But they liven me up
Inviting
Succulent breasts
Bustin
filled up with a lot of pain
And fuck' any nigga that's claimin', he sucka gang
I'm bouncin' out that load, nigga, feedin' niggas this flame
Turn that
and bought a nine-eleven with my trap money
A million up but still ain't never touch my rap money
I'm out in LA fuckin' with that boy OT (what's poppin'?)
pulled up at 6:30 in his 745
As he wavin' his shorty hi, you know he showin' his bling out
She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out
His
stucked up in a fuck session
Jersey where the niggas flexin'
Po-po's guessin' if the stolen car
About to do a drive-by
Wet 'em up from his shoulders
Leave
Spark up blunts by the pounds
My Glock full of rounds
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Get 'em up, drop 'em down
Back with the sound
And I
wen I let em slide up under me
But God as my witness
As a G I couldn't see Dee just goin out sensless
I stayed hard hit the yard
Pull niggaz hole cards
And you will be feared
Back at the trap, we was bustin' plays out the door,
that nigga Ddawg throwin exotic packs for the low
So many plays, had
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
you sittin' up in the Parish, like check it out that's my lil' youngin'
Nigga don't wanna sell me a brick of dope, act like my money funny
Damn what
riding's at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky
I came up robbin', starvin', Sun
that's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out, watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as cold as this game, y'all be knowin' my name
A young,
it
I just smoked a backwood
It had more than kush in it
Check up on my team I make sure everybody hustlin'
Check up on my shooter I make sure he's
matter cause my end up killed
Hold up get high sit back sit back
Okay lookin' out for the players to drink
She sayin' she missin' me I don't miss her
I
to scream on the bouncers to carry him out
They said, "Nah, them niggaz is still bustin in the crowd"
Then they ducked down close to the ground
adlibs
I know what the facts is
They really ain't bustin' the packages down
I was just hand in hand, they got
The plan and found me out, uh
Niggas'll wrap
lost my mind was in & out of Orange jumpsuits
47 weeks I fought to get up out of darkness
Mind was in clouds Lil Nigga higher than the starships
But
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