Lyrics:
I'm a lane switcha, I'm a young game spitta why you lookin
At my rims cause mine can't bigga but I ain't jigga I'm Lil' Flip
You know me baguettes
Quilly Q
Took my first sub he gave me two
Told Shan it's fuck ya man this ain't got shit to do with you
I know some niggas count me out yea
Still don't
makaveli
Drunk shit
Shit want drunk dick, time to hit the Telly
Yea Bitch imma rare breed
One shot Get ya head popped, it make ya hair bleed
Big bag I'ma
Cheaper by the Dozen
Swear it's Cheaper by the Dozen
Work so hard and I ain't got shit
But some fucking carpel tunnel in the wrist that I flick
Yea, old
persistent and can't fuck around with lazy's
Be discouraged by the system and the drama is deflating
Ups and downs for a real one on this marathon creating
Real shit lives in me, spit it wit' ease
I like how you send me that pussy, but don't tease
And I don't gotta ask to feel it, I make ya' cream
I know you
say shit if you can't BE REAL about it
Comin' up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin'
offense, cuz you up on her too
Like Mikey Budd
Lemme get a beat by Badu
Oye lil mama better slow ya role fast
Unless it's ass or cash
Y'all already know
Coldhearted bout some chicks
Cuz real shit
Most these hoes aint shit
Love a lil bit
But never live (Have love for her, but dont Live for her)
And protect yo
Nigga, I'm possessed
Looks just like a person that's lurking by gallows
Shit's worsened being I see him smirking in the shadows
Should I leave 'em or ask
just stay in yo lane and play yo part
I had to get off my ass and move smart
Shine in the light cuz I grind in the dark
Shit'll get deep
Best keep ya
the ghost, my lil niggaz stay outta trouble,
My big niggaz who in trouble, hold ya head and everybody in the motherfucking
Struggle, I love you and if you
the hood by the way she blow dicks
Pimpin' ain't shit to pimp
Pimp on pimp, pimp
the hood by the way she blow dicks
Pimpin' ain't shit to pimp
Pimp on pimp, pimp
to take me out of my element
Nine milli my best friend
Lil’ nigga you better K.I.M.
Things ain’t what they seem here
Too many shattered dreams here
Trying
a minute
My ole slime ain't die he got Missing
News came by I ain't believe it
I still wish I was dreaming
I've got tears on ma my eye Reminiscing
Uhmm yeah
mums the word in that ATL den parking lot
Approached you we was parallel parking spot
Im from Bmore shit get real dont get your chin checked
If you call
the projects
Chasing after him a lil' young chick
Seeing him made me go back in my lab
And write this lil' shit like this
Check it out
Here's how it
(skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know who started all this in my city, real shit
Gang, gang, gang
Sniper the blicky
Don't run, don't trip (don't run, don't
I was a jitt watching boondocks
Funny shaped head turned to dreadlocks
Talk s**t you can run into a headlock
Lot of dope in the hood it was bedrock
plenty of me
We couldn't even make it till Christmas Eve
Girl I swear you actin like Eve for real
I'm playin' Tory Lanez "deceiving eve" for real
Lil Baby
niggas plottin niggas hatin
Hook still waitin in the raid van
Screamin fuck 12 fuck investigations
This shit real all these pussy niggas fakin
Nothin less
my bitch just might kill again
Pray to God by the night sin again, (yea)
I’m giving you life anything
Off the wall like Mike do ya dance
I’m paying
shut me down in my first year
I hear the haters with four ears
Im on my shit
I might just sever a head I do not care
Me versus you is not fair
Like a cat
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