Lyrics:
you held it down when I ain't had s***
Know I pay my dues, my brudda want it, he gone have it
Young n****'s, young bulls, we just causin' havoc
We
Police pull up late quick
It's like it's hot out
And I got a bad bitch
I keep it hot out
N****s runnin' savage
With them glocks out
Police pull
potter, peter parker, whip the pot up, bring it with me
Swinging work city to city these n****s not fucking with me
Might just swing building to building,
from Venus
Hitting shit like I'm Serena
N****s gone hate on the team
I am a alien I am not from here, I am from mars
Vvs look like the stars, diamonds
don't even do no talking got a check
And spent that b**** till I was nauseous
N****s snitching in my city all the time
We had holes in our pockets you
slide with the beam
And ima slide with my n****s
Same n****s that hate be the ones who post me
And ima slide for my n****s
If a n***a want a movie tell
Aye, aye
When I come around n***a know I'm always with my team
All my bitches really curvy and dirty No Mr. Clean
All my n****s really hungry got
I started losing time in this bitch
N****s changed up like some dimes in this bitch
All these bitches want is dumb clout
Only thing these drugs
Nightmares, monsters, I can't touch the bottom
She looking for a sponsor I'm like bitch I'm not your father
N****s got a problem all my n****s solve em
Pull up
Da, da, da, da
Da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da
Don't trust these n****s they like 5-0
5-0
I ride with 'Retta when I'm dolo
Dolo
(CashMoneyAp)
2
2
Money on my mind I have a million dollar dream
No time to relax I’m trynna count up with my team
N****s turn to bitches when they
killed n****s
I done broke n****s I done built n****s
I done shot n****s I’m a skilled n***a
Can’t fuck with us you ain’t a real n***a
We take this war
workin' with
Attention all y'all players and pimps
Right now in the place to be (Shake ya ass)
I thought I told y'all n****s before
Y'all n****s can't f***
Uh
All of these n****s they lackin'
Got the choppa let you have it
Yeah we spend it back we stackin'
Getting to the f****n' racks in
Imma f**k her
when you come to the house
Coming up the street when you see me in route
That's for every time n****s running the mouth
Shawty like me aggressive, but
I started losing time in this bitch
N****s changed up like some dimes in this bitch
All these bitches want is dumb clout
Only thing these drugs
a xan
F**k it it is what it is
Do what it do
I take what I can
N****s they do the most
I be doing bands
I be makings bangs
I be shaking hands
I been
I want the Money, The power
Ain't got time for these bitches they sour
Getting money a day by the hour
I can't fuck with these n****s they dead broke
leave me lone
I be posted up got me all up in my zone
In my zone
I got racks all on me pull up chopper they go fold
All these n****s mad cause showtime
into that, uh
You n****s Tierra Wack
Don't need no features, Im good by my lonely
Think Im the One threw it after the Only
I make a few mill and Im
throttle, no holdin back now, makin' these n****s back down
Got a hunnid round drum for em, they wanna clap rounds, but, hey, they down wanna clamp down
I
I peep every single move like I'm playing chess
I was taught to clean my room when I made a mess
N****s say they got the sound but I'm hearing less
to dead presidents
Keep having visions of Benjis
And f**k these b****s
And dropping the top on a Bentley
Me and my n****s gone get it
I never had
fuck
I sit on your face, then we fuck
Y'all n****s be talking like ducks, like
Quack-quack, quack-quack
Talking that shit, yakitiyak
Y'all n****s ain't
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