Lyrics:
If i don’t got the chop i ain't panicking
You don't want no smoke cause my hands is damaging
On my block we keep tools like a handyman
All my n****s
his jersey
N****s bust tools every day, me and my n****s ain't worried
Sipping this dirty
You know God don't like ugly, none of you n****s deter me
these bands
Watch a n***a run up these bands
Watch a n***a run up these bands
I got real n****s in the can
I help all my n****s in a jam
When them sparks
I ain’t worried about these bitch ass n****s
I don’t even know why they think they playing like
These n****s can’t handle what the fuck we got going
I be in the back of the club with the strap tho
N****s talkin shit
Aw man
Where they at tho?
Sipping on some tink
Smoke a spliff out the pack tho
You
comin' in
Don't get close n****s, them is not yo friends
Marijuana eyes, I'm to lit for this
Bloody family ties, we with all the shit
Throw up for
I got to grind and go get the guap
I got to keep my brothers out the streets
N****s be talkin and n****s be scheming
So I got to keep in on me when I
I’ve been thinking out the box
Tryna create and I don’t stopp
Working hard these n****s plotting
Chasing money saving Guap
N****s last cause I’m
I GO (Lyrics)
(Na, n***a, we ain’t the same.)
(Y’all n****s can’t feel the kid.)
(y’all n****s don’t know the pain.)
This is a Lil Rambo
cause I know that they fake,
I don’t speak on these n****s,
I don’t got much to say,
My dog in da can taking bitch n****s plates,
Imma young n****
I got
And to hang with a n****'s just an intricate plot
You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a n****, behind closed
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
N****s poppin' s***
Always talkin' bout
I can't hang around no n****s Who too scared to pull the Trigger
When I was in them trenches Man i had to keep a glizza
Cause n****s catching bodies
Owwww
Mic check one two one two
We gon do it like this tho
Uh,
My n****s tell me I'm thirsty
My N****s tell me I'm thirsty
But I want yo a** in
Hey, hey, what you know about that back end
Got a few n****s that send that pack in, they gonna bring them stacks in
And all the n****s gonna eat,
We Jus Rippen & Dippen
Money Gettin We Winnin
N****s Hatin On Us
Cuz We Livin Wid Riches
In My Own Lane You Can Tell I’m Solid
You Watchin Other
Blood ain’t thicker the water
But the blood can’t make us closer
My brother from another mother
And we me move like soldiers
My n****s got my back so
brother
He know what it is, he know what it do
Had a bigger vision, so I had to get a bigger stu
Shit gang
I was recruiting new n****s left and right
way behind
Over time, s**t the only way
Back home, rocket tucked, that’s when I’m feeling safe
Kid N play, I don’t play
These n****s kidding round
Word
I’m just tryna get to where we never been
You know All my n****s solid, we don’t break or bend
These Fuck n****s still telling, and
Thats some shit we
popping
Y'all need to stop it
N****s be stressing bout me
N****s be stressing bout me
Who gonna run down on me
Who gonna run down on me
Why you
Ooh Ooh, Yea
I don't know what you n****s on man
But i'm on it, yea
I got booked, but i'm back out on some Normal Shit (Ooh)
And i'm too fly, you
Fuck an 808, N***a This shit slaps
Fuck a 808, this shit slaps
Fuck a 808, N***a this shit slaps
N****s need a 808
To celebrate
The shit they make
Legend has it we them ones, them DUALIS boys they be talking mean
Issa wrap now that I done put LAC DOE on the team
Word to Corbin man these n****s
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