Lyrics:
know what I know
Keeping ya 40 yea that bih so close
Yea she said if she love me I don't even know it's ugly
Came from bottom in those streets (aye)
Play
I’m all about business
Can’t forget the street ways
I run up these bands
& I put it in a safe
I neva stop stacking
I go out my way
Can’t forget
when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps
a fucking kickstand
And this nigga so damn polite
He make his dick stand
On my young dro shit
Yeah I'm all about them rubber bands
Bitch I'm so in love with
All right now, now listen
Little girl walkin' down the street
She gotta subway smile & a heart in heat
Say I'll work it for you daddy
(Work it
The gondoliers go by
But when I try to weep
I find my tears are dry
How sad Venice can be
When mist is in your eyes
And you can hardly see
As visions fill
(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all
that bag
Verse 1
Watch get that bag yea I get that bag
Gotchu niggas mad, how? this shit is sad
I could never lack nah not with that bag
Couple niggas
gator boots
And I'm the rip that gets the loot
And I ain't afraid to shoot
And I love to toot toot
Beep beep as I slide up the street
I'm from the LBC
ain't afraid to shoot
And I love to toot toot
Beep beep as I slide up the street
I'm from the LBC
And I don't know what y'all done heard about me
But
of the hour
uptown candidate
Holly Grove stand up
im superfly i still ice my whole band up
still hit ya man up
still got my grams up
and whether flowin
(Wanna feel love?)
(Wanna feel love?)
Walking in the streets with no one around to stand,
I don't really care 'cause I really have no Friends
need
My Dreams turn to nightmares
When I don't see you
Sad and I'm depressed girl I need you
I love you I mean it
Naw, I hate you (Now I hate you)
My
You wanna be involved in these streets you need a cold heart
To many snakes and 2 faces leaving broken hearts
I'm tryna motivate my young life I'm
Colder than the streets life ain’t sweet this ain’t canderel
I’m way too real for all that fake shit
Send your ass to heaven that’s a face lift
Tried
Cruising up you boutta be a victim of a drive by
Cash accumulating and I ain't even trying
You know we getting money
Every time I check the safe the bands
luck
I fuck em two by two damn she kissing on me
I'm sorry baby I can't love ya now she missing on me
Is you down to buy this glock you know I need it in
runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen to the tears roll
Down my face as she turns to go
Running down by the lake shore
runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen to the tears roll
Down my face as she turns to go
Running down by the lake shore
to his father. (cmen). I could take a couple grands turn it to some bands bitch and I'm the man.(The man). They love me talking like this. (They do).They
am I
I sense things inside your eyes
Ten bands spent in one night
Told the bitch money ain't tight
Make a band and make a jug
Money got me feeling love
da mitten tryna get it by tha thumb nigga
Flint town where I'm at yea I love ma city
I get love in da hood yea they fuck with me
It's mandatory if I
rubber bands to fucking choke yo bitch to death (let's go)
These bitches think it's too easy
Had to run it back and get my boy breezy
Now that bitch
I'm addicted to the street life surrounded by these bright lights loud pipes
Mo'd a grata like a room full of bits
Like life could be a bitch that's
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