Lyrics:
Bronx tale
I was raised by my fuckin' uncles
Eight years old shooting dice
I made my first hunnid'
I can tell you niggas broke
Thats your first money
That
invasion
I fill up a nigga, like four cups
Asshole by nature, give no fucks
I kill a nigga dead, no toetrucks
It's me, nigga, don't look tough
Don't take
back
Used to do Pelle coats with the screw back
Chrome buck-fifty, matched the new gat
Leather La McKinnons with the wheat Timbs
Fazo had one that
you a fool with it
I come through in some real Coupe-ish
Transparent; see right through it
And oh yeah! And this that new shit
L-O, and bitch I do
tats and my bullet wounds
Bustin' corners on the enemy turf
Gotta test this new choppa
Make sure that it work
Drop-top 50 shots homey death on wheels
Yeah, Tumzilla
Had more fights than Sugar Ray Robinson
More car wrecks than Yay
Did get hit in a drive by, still hurr today
Is the Lord trying
super tact')
I just brought my niggas two glizzies, two .50s with mags (and that shit no cap)
Tell that nigga that's movin' too crazy to chill, tell
it twice, cause that ain't some everyday shit, nigga
Cause when you African everyday lit, nigga
You could get shot by the opps, or you could get shot
wheeler check, wheeler check
Stack up on your grip, get your shit sprayed wet
See most of these new paint jobs they don't do
But if it ain't candy then
Navigator
My big body Denali, sqauatting like a Florida Gator
Tell them playa haters, E.S.G. I don't bar
50 cash and dash, like my name was Peter Warren
I
all them niggaz that you got by your side
You learned by yourself that the only way to ride
I'ma put you up on (game)
This whole world revolves
No, oh God no, what have you done?
For every action there's an equal or greater reaction
Shit happens for the hearing impaired in closed-yacking
do or don't, you don't try
And I'm the kinda girl that's nice with it
In my jeep just banging that Gang Starr shit
You can call me Spero, the thinking
nutorious of all times nigga
Chorus
[new 9]
Nigga a motherfuckin rhymes you know they bustin shots
I seen it with my own two eyes, never rat to the cops
New York
There's homeless people out here
Why ain't God lettin' them stay there?
Why these niggas got gold ceilings and shit?
Why God need gold ceilings
a ballerina
It ain't really take shit to fuck
Bought her a margarita
Got a new fit in a room
Shout-out to Christina
I could still hit the East and
Chill with
need someone brand new, no more hoеs
Play with the gang, like, you might get blеw
(Blew) i’m wearin' Off White, tag on my toe
(My toe)
I don't be made
For every grain of sugar here's a pound a salt
To melt away all the shit this country shoved down my throat
No I won't ever cave or curl nothing
Bitch got old, get me a new pair
Chorus 2x
We don't love them hoes, can't trust them hoes
But just to keep it all good, just to fuck you hoes
[silkk]
Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick up
Fifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float
To succeed or get tighter, what
(Scene from an old gangsta movie)
Talking:
Yea, yeah we gotta, we gotta scatter out locations
We gotta get the best cars, gotta keep new tires
grrah, grrah
KR
EK got seven vids with the same fuckin' coat
What the fuck?
Oh shit, he just dropped some new shit
Make it eight
live she wanna see me lose
Know that I could buy you LV or Jimmy Choo
You better not try nothin' crazy, gonna be on the news
Tell that you was mine
right)
I guess it's time to wake 'em up, they been sleepin' on me (sleep)
They say negative shit every time they speak on me
My momma scared to look
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