Lyrics:
and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus]
Way now over there
I'm a now how to make a nigga beg please
When a bullet goes by
Probably feel a little
Gimme' some space
She just be jockin the gang be too litty
They doing the dash swerving all in your city.
Gimme' some space
Gimme' some space
Pull up wit
Come back in the summertime like fuck it, it's summertime
All Out tattoo's over wife beaters
Get mail Branson, never buy reefer
Bentley five seater,
talk
You can tell I'm the shit by the way I walk
Walk wit me now,
Step wit me now,
Step right wit me now,
To the left wit me now,
From
the Fog, HUUH running it up I got i bands on me
Inna city by the goddamn sea, HUUH Fuckin it up my nigga can't you see
Raw wit a dash and a T, I'm posted
Double crossed for blood
Mortimer the mortician
With the premonitions
My crystal ball’s cloudy
Snowing all over my victims
A nice cold mug for a
Storm
could be, slide ya body down the pole
Baby, dance wit' me, put ya legs on the dash
Boo be freaky wit' me, turn you out
Be that bitch that I need you
than high
Watch how you talking slick I'm wit da shit I got this 45
Glock ain't got no safety you gone make a nigga mortified
Take a lil vacation out
thought that you would do me like that
You always would argue wit me bout the past
You said that it's over I ain't going back
Lately been sober i'm lighting
fold like a bad poker hand
now watch me shake this bitch up like the dice games
see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left
wit me
No ho's in me, you know all the blow these folks done sold wit me?
I'm everything you 'posed to be, boy ain't no runnin' over me
Kick it wit
talking some money shit
I’m tryin to catch a couple a M’s
I’m really out here wit it
Chasing chicken over here, Yea
Chasing chicken over here
I’m really out
yeah she ain't on no fake shit
If you run up on me yeah I'll give you a face lift
All I see is green like I'm stuck in the matrix
And she fuck wit' me
fold like a bad poker hand
now watch me shake this bitch up like the dice games
see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left
over Roebling
Leaving all the stress and all the drama they are ghosting
They off the grid so no hash tagging or posting
No instagramming, no snap
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
gettin so high
Like damn wha they said
They be tellin me all the tyme "Dizzy you better dead"
Yeah I kno that shit
I Be tryn all the tyme
My brudda Dash
off a settlement
Nd I’m back on da streets into devilment
Fucked da preacher lil baby she celibate
Imma nigga wit money I’m buyin it
All dat talk out yo
they can't come down here
And shoot no video
(They can't come down here to to New York)
Fuck 'em (Yo)
You know I'm sayin'?
(Y'all kill 'em, kill 'em)
straight
What? I'm losin' you?
Oh I forgot he delusional
That's a Cass' trait
I ain't wit' the internet beef
Don't want police knowin' i'm a wolf
Ain't worry
I can tell by the way that they lookin that I got em mad boy
What you goin out sad for
Go get a bag cuh
I copped a jag
Digital dash
Went got
you need to hop on in
And if you ain't bitch you need to ride wit him
'cause I'm pimpin
[Chorus 2x]
Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy
this joint I appreciate you
We 4 projects in, a whole lot more to go
Thanks for all the support for riding out wit ya nigga
Despite what you may think
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
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