Lyrics:
the shit
He like I see you like his pictures, you must be one of his bitches
Did you (fuck that nigga?)
I mean correct me if I'm wrong, you always
in the field and they adopted so I teach
But I gotta spend this cash all on this motherfucking re-up
I'm trying to be a leader, but shit, I'm falling
You already know what it is, Hood Pope (Killa!)
Dipset (A$AP!)
We runnin' this shit
None of y'all niggas can fuck with us
Rubba band man got
Bitch ass nigga
AI YoungBoy, look
Huh, huh, take that
Shake back
When I hit in your shit back
Talkin' out your top, bitch we don't play that
Parked the foreign in a handicap
Get a ticket, pay that shit
Spend that money
Make that shit
I was in Broward County
Leg that shit
What's
you faint, yeah)
Talkin' money (ooh), yeah, I be on that same shit
With my gang (what), bitch (ooh), we dangerous, you can't hang with this (you can't
They call him podcast papi
Niggas is Kinkos I see they tryna copy
Diamonds in the chain plus now wrists
And you ain't never seen no shit like this
morning, put my neck on froze (froze)
Pulled up in some shit and all them bad hoes chose (skrt, skrt)
I can't fuck with you 'cause you be fraud (yah, yah
shit on my arm?
And you can't play me
A nigga can't shade me
If it can't fade me
You know this shit ain't me
So you can't play me
If I act a little
Then after that, we can do it, you know what up
Huh, yeah, record all this, fuck
Oh, he say he thuggin', well, that shit ain't addin' up (shit ain't
need to be hollerin', is "There go Theodore!"
Put the ball down, we can't score
They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads
You see
of the show, so blow then
Mothafucka, you ain't blew in three years
You son of a bitch, that's why I rock the big shit
Don't forget who you is, nigga, you my
that's Ballers
My styles as lethal
As a bitch that's found with AIDS gettin loose
Nigga before you get spraid wit some hot shit
While you run I pop
When I'm on, it's on bitch
When I'm on, it's on bitch
When I'm on, it's on bitch
When I'm on, it's on
First off, y'all ain't on this shit that I'm
[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it
this shit all night (do your thing, do your thing)
I ain't to proud to let you know, girl
I'll sing this shit all night (I'll sing this shit all night,
Run that shit up, Cas'
Grrah! Hey, crack
One Umbrella shit (Is any Cash on you?)
Ayy (That Boi Cas)
If you my dawg, then nigga, my dawg
Then
can turn this shit up a couple of thousand
Your man saying something but he ain't about nun
'Bout nun, 'Bout nun, mmh, how come?
Don't talk like that
11 countries
Nigga I'm still touring man
Of three years ago music and I'm still makin millions off my old shit
I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me!
get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta
I know Clay County niggas got kush out there (Squat)
Party in the A-town, call
Westside, Westside (throwin' that shit up like 2Pac)
Westside, Westside (sho' is)
Westside, Westside (sho' is)
America's most wanted (grrr, fuck you mean
again
It's hard to fight again
Shit, we can't hide again
Ooh, ooh
When I get you alone
Boy, what you gon' do with it? (Shh)
Don't talk too much,
[Mobb Deep]
Shit is real on the muthafucking hill, God
Times is hard, visons blurred kid, I can't see far
Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased
niggas hittin them switches
I got the rent from my bitches
(You fuck around
Youse a goner) Put this shit back in order
And keep in mind that I
Might be
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