Lyrics:
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
Where's my cue
I'm the king on stage
Lemme know What's new
I'm hunting for change like a goddamn jew
Holding out for hope till i fucking turn blue
Thinking
coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
You know they're taking shots at you
'Cause you're
to keep it on the low
Fucked my bitch by the stove got
To keep her on her toes
There's a chopper by the sink boy
I bet that bitch loaded
Not so big young
foolin'
I looked deep into those eyes of blue,
I said, Boy, I know you're young,
Don't know what to say or do
But stay with me 'til the sun goes away
P.I. Yeah, aye, wussup 'cause, it's going down
East side yeah, your boy sean p, nelly, pimp see, aye
my paint too wet bitch, never pay my set bitch
E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man)
I no go lie I'm motivated By the need to be
Loved and celebrated by the young and the old
I no go lie I'm motivated By the need to clear
The doubts
hundred proof
I got my dogs on the roof, woo
Pour out four's by the twos, boys
Can I blow what I shoot
Monster, they can't bring the blues
Out your way,
about back when it was
Young native with a pack full of bud
So I went and got it out that mud
Still grindin' for my blue faces
Still bangin' my blue laces
them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben Franklins
find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin,
but we get it by the tons
And my young boys will kill you for a honeybun
Cash in when you're ready my hustle game is so steady
Then I hit with a mix gas
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
with Bobo and we screaming out vibes
In a foreign and we got the loud pipes (Rrr)
Roll it up hit the gas and I drive by
Danny 10 I'm the king you just
in celle
Ignoro sti fuckin pretender
Non ballo come le kesller ma ti metto su lo show
Coi beats di jod we raw
c mio fianco c'è il fenomeno
Young
school
Crazy we wearing these red bottoms
Then brought 'em out the blue
Young rich nigga, prolly find me with Stella
Got a groove feel like I got her so
vigils
Burning us cuz we some lit individuals
Another cry, somebody die
It’s like some missiles
Shot through our heart by some officer’s wit deadly pistols
rehearse for the plot
To blow up and get famous while the young minds rot, Damn
Comin' for the copycat kids that are strapped
Got my plan of attack, melee
greatness
5K on Insta with a check, boy you fake famous
King of the youth, I'm in my pocket, dropping straight aces
Blue strip, Ben Franklin, big pape, I'm
These niggas killing me (Yuh)
Losing credibility (Yuh)
Save the game E.M.T (Yeah Yeah)
How a young nigga really getting this lit
He ain't a rookie Ben
Tennessee
Everything you fake mother fuckers pretend to be
White boy cracker hoocie weado
Damn do' evil blue eyed devil
Pail face and I'm proud to be that
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
focused
Said my mind on the money this shit is controlling
I'm playing to win King Nate I'm never losing
You playing for fun like a Chuck-e-Cheese token
All
rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck
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