Lyrics:
in a fight
Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this (off the wall)
No matter what people say
And niggas slidin' with them sticks
Through your whole section
Bitch we thuggin' in my city
Really step on steppers
And niggas gone off H and hoes goin' extra
a blessing
And it’s a movie, but your homie didn’t write the credits
I’m having a hard time trynna provide the edits
Even if we all attempted to back track
If
Trapbaby
This A 4SK, Ag world we just let you fuck-ass niggas live in it
Let a opp nigga play, got a dick on the glock
Nigga run up on me like a nut, I'm
problems"
This the warm up, 44 tucked,
It'll split his soul up just like like a Horcrux (Yeah)
He don't want smoke, he sober
Don't sugarcoat, too blunt when
your bags, it's about to go down
We goin' to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down
I gots to make a move and make it soon
I
We run the town and we do it every weekend
Party till the last second moment needs some wrecking
I be the ball and they point direction
Show me where
If we can survive this, then anything is possible.
And I will stick with the ones who are by my side.
I have always had their back, and I know (know)
How you sliding?
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint
envy me I said it
hoping it'll make'em get on the bus like bettis yea
Hook 2x
Yo Chevy Yo Chevy it can't run on this
its the power power of the son
to a nigga like me
Run that shit back to the curb
Off a nigga, we'll see
In the cut
Sew it up dealing stiches no fee
Straight mixing up this shit
Bath
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
the wheels fall off
Yeah we gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
Me and my bitches stick together like the Bradys
Run up on us, we won't save, we play crazy
all along the
Knowing that you guys were the wrong ones
Doing
This shit, I’m moving against the grain
And the pain is encompassing the game
I swallow it
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
Everyday's a big cipher to me
Writing raps like Frida painted
Pain into medicine
We freeze the moment and edit it
Fire in penmanship
Feel it all, don't
dealers
All in the same light now you're like
"Is this what God's handing me?"
Take it and run, son
You're feeding your family
Flash the heat and you speak
(survive)
(Oh, these dreams are forever)
War is in the streets and it's an eye for an eye (eye)
Run on for your life or you can dance, you can die (die)
broke your virginity
Shit my Mobstaz is straight cheat vs. killers for cash
Quick to stick your ass and flash this 3-80 and rainbow macs
And now you
you gotta hustle to I eat and, we cooped to that life
The truth will rep da game, soon y'all gonna admit it,
(we need to run it back )
I wake up in
to sink they boat Or they might do it to themselves and crash like the wave that they rode
Run around with sticks and bricks these bitches think they
(Got it on Smash)
(Go Grizz) Yeah, yeah
Ha-ha, you already know
(Hitmaka) Yeah
Two-seater run with your bitch (ooh)
Butterfly doors
Real Nigga I'm never conceited
All of this shit I do in my raps they watching
I know they believe it
Instagram Niggas be capping and flagging
They
on my gang like a bitch?
This the same brothers that gave me a fit
Kick down the door and I made it legit
Gotta stay down 'cause I ride with a stick
I
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