Lyrics:
around and ate mine (gang, gang, gang, gang)
I'ma go fed, I'ma stick out your block
Young nigga with me, he'll take off your top
Nigga you ain't
don't care
He'll have that red shit pourin' out your hair
Nigga, any fuckin' time nigga, any fuckin' where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that I live by
for niggas, the PJ's, there's two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me filthy
Touch mine
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought
you got mine
Yeah-yeah-yeah, it ain't nothing to talk about
So I'm like what's there to kill about
When these bitches and niggas, they won't
Rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is
Shorty standing there ass fatter
Than Rasputia is i play for the dream team
Hang out with the coolest kids
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out, get fucked
see me
Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news
You'll see a nigga gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a frame up, tryin' to keep
prayin' for my niggas, doin' time in the pen
Never lackin', we don't get no rest Nigga talkin' and we beat him
Cut his heart out from his chest internet ,
to spitting
Niggas get hittin' they shit, then bitch niggas start smitching
Crashin' out, nigga, bleed for yours, I bleed for mine
Crashin' out, nigga, bleed
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up
Stackin' my dividends
Straight out that
know you goin be there for me.
Until my eyes close, until they fold my arms and pull me up.
Fuck that.
This goes out to all the women who stand by
through man, niggas change up man
I make a movie out 'em
Talk crazy when I ain't around there
I make a movie out 'em when niggas know
When niggas wanna
I swear to god
They be thinking it's fucking sweet out here man
Yo I'm telling you
Get your mind right
Why would I, not ride for mine, these niggas
slip tha clip out shoot'em up
And nigga we flip out ready for combat on contact
Midwest keep going creeping on tha come up for years
Heavily sediated
[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em
end
Sittin' in the rental with my mind on the
Young thug nigga, mind on my riches
Got to walk a couple times
By these stankin' ass bitches
Couple years
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin' folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide ain't no forgettin'
twenty-one and gettin bigger
Roll with niggaz, mine's as big as nine figures
Yeah, them low life niggaz, them five-five niggaz, nigga
You'll get high, roll by
shit, I'm out in an island
Surrounded by water, I feel like Poseidon
Try denting a nigga
Get kicked out the kingdom
You not in my kindom, you not in my
the trenches you made a life out here
You was always by my side told me hide my tears
So cross my heart and hope to die my nigga I'm right here
I'm right here
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
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