Lyrics:
nigga)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, pull up, though
I ran up that money so muthafuckin' high
Ayy, I swear to God I could stop
(Danny)
Why the fuck they put my business on the blogs?
Sisters know they never gotta get a job
Brodie said he rather spin shit and rob
Damn,
Snakehips
I tell all Spanish bitches, "dímelo"
She say it's for her and not for me to know
She always wanna know why I
Don't let her roll so shit
pick us up in one of them slabs, you know what I'm sayin'?
One of them shits with the elbows hangin' out
Ayy, tap in
I said what's up, man? It's
on talking about it
Nobody's getting it done
I'm tryin', tired, tired of listening, listening
Knowing that the shit's gotta run
I'm ti-ti-tired of listening,
this shit (hmm)
'Cause who the fuck rock it like me? No bra, tight tee (tight tee)
Slick back ponytail, feelin' like I'm Ice-T (ah)
You know I suck it
The time is now
Gangsta shit
I was on the block when the homie sack flipped (Flipped)
I was right there when he got his new whip (Whip)
I was
Mustard on the beat, ho
I make shit look easy but they don't know what it take (take)
Don't ask me the time, I got baguettes in the face (bling)
I just wanna pull up (pull up, pull up)
Like UGK used to double cup the fluid (party)
DJ Screw chop suey
Learning shit from Texas
Swanging that
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather
(oh Lord, Jetson Made another one)
And you know who I am
Ay who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit
A hundred thousand hoes and they
The drugs keepin me high
I just wanna eliminate everyone thats in sight
The wicked shits alive in me and it will never die
I just wanna let you
understand
You know how this shit gon' go whenever I'm in town
Whenever I'm in town
Yeah, understand, you gotta understand a nigga
Gotta run the town
Girl you know I love you, baby, you know I love you
I be callin' your mama house lookin' for you, some more shit
All them fuckin' letters you sent
however you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest shit in
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girl, no prize
Bitch, I lied, about so much shit
Half the shit, I
talk about your shit
"Killa Season" in the streets
Just talk about this shit
It's more important about this
I know, it's fucked this shit
Gotta
Oh-in
Yeah
F-O-X nigga
Made Men
Its official gangsta shit
Trackmasters, that's right
What you know about this?
B.K., yeah
Woo
While you
through your shit or your fucki'n brain
That's what you get when you chose to play the dope game
Bitch
Dope game, cocaine (in the game)
Dope game,
Well, I went to the doctor
I said, "I'm feeling kind of rough"
He said, "I'll break it to you, son"
"Let me break it to you, son"
Your shit's
They want me to host a strip club
Bitches ain't showing no pussy and shit
You know what I'm saying
How much this shit cost?
How much it cost for
Whole world on lockdown, shit like a movie (it's crazy)
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (hell yeah)
I've been quarantining, playing
Welcome to club Rocket Power
Where every night is baked potato loaded
This shit wall to wall, man
And every bitch in here
Oh yeah, she can be
boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
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