Lyrics:
take your cap
Bustin' off, dusting off the softest niggas
Money with the biggest mouth, yo, let's off this nigga
Up North this nigga never made
you
First you get the money, then you get the power
G Rap bustin' the gats and slangin' last by the hour
No doubt
I be the crime story of all
on whoever mane you knowing that we with it
Hop out get to bustin' all my niggas get to hittin'
We don't give a fuck by any means he gone get it
Beef ain't
Reached up on the shelf
Snatched up my all-black Nikes
That's tight, you know you can't beat this
All black Girbauds with them
Razor sharp creases
A black
nigga's brains out
I heard a bitch yell "freeze!" and runnin' out the house
It was his wife, and the bitch started bustin' at me
I can't believe this
in the air
Ride by on who he ridin' on and fill it up with lead
Ride by on who he ridin' on and fill it up with lead
Brody bustin' dombs, nobody told
but my trap spot still jumpin' (Jumpin')
Ayy, yeah, bitch, my trap still jumpin'
I can beat your ass out, wet you up, or I call my cousin
That lil nigga
Ass so fat bustin bustin out them jeans
I love the way the denim denim hides the cream
Yousa yousa bad bitch and I want you on my team
I fuck a lotta
drillin' ya for ya shit
On the streets for the sixth time in and out for the crime
I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars and dimes
I'm slippin'
sayin
He is out of luck
Need a forty for party thrown
By Laura Kang at Ruben
All he's got is snot and a box full of Ludens
Tell him 'bout the 'tussin
(Brr) the liquidator with the hardcore demanor's
Bustin' out the perpetrators I see through 'em like a Zima
So I'm never caught between a hard place
Took so much shit off, they say we ain't shit, though (woo)
It's all good, we bustin' down them 'cho-'chos (facts), hunchos
Guapped up off them hits
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
shining
Big rocks, type when I walk by it make a bitch stop
I got big pots, smell it bustin' out the Ziploc
Life is different when you this hot
Shit, when
broke, nothin' to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (bitch)
Smokin' dope out a Jeep, now I'm bustin' it down by the P
melanated crust
They whipped then they shackled us up
Put us back in the back of the bus
Stomp us out and treat us unjust
I'm in the fight for my life,
Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live
Good night...good night
Knock 'em out the box Black
I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up
world that a nigga wouldn't do to
Satisfy, this my bitch that ride
My bitch with the pistol in the ride
A nigga act up, she bustin', she ain't gotta
gotta eat
Take a seat and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up and watch my hustlin' niggaz rush the club
Automatic love, fingerprints,
Yeah
100 bands, bustin' out
Yeah
Count up nigga'
Two up, two down shit
Forever
Ah
100 bands bustin' out the wrapper
Money what I'm after
sinning just to get
By
Mamas crying pain deeper than them fuckin
Bullets flyin
Funeral get hit up leave the whole family traumatized
Demons everywhere
[Chorus:]
Where tha phukk you at
Where tha phukk you at
Women are so conniving
But they liven me up
Inviting
Succulent breasts
Bustin
and bought a nine-eleven with my trap money
A million up but still ain't never touch my rap money
I'm out in LA fuckin' with that boy OT (what's poppin'?)
About drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mothafuckin' role model?
To a kid lookin' up to me
Life ain't nothin' but bitches
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