Lyrics:
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)
[Lil' Flip]
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha
I'm like hold up, wait a minute (Minute)
Uh, they let me in it (In it)
Uh, they let me in it (In it)
They be like, "Oh, that's Melly, yeah,
cooperate
She say Crank ain't getting money put it in her face
I be fucking up I'm so sorry bae
You ain't got no money she gon run away
She don't want no
We got all kinds of dope boys in this motherfucker
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I Am Dope!
Whip it, make
wanting more than five
But place your order by the border & you'll get a supersize
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I
the fuck up out the trap
Lil nigga
Took a loss
Two hours later back in the trap again
Triple Kross
Talkin bout slime business
Whats slattin then
Get it
if your purpose
Is just perfect potential?
Did you live up to it
Is you just doin' the minimum?
Used to get fifty views
Now they need Peggy's momentum
get bands but he lazy
I run up them bands on the daily
When I crank up the motor; it's a sport
When I hit the gas you might just hear a roar
Pullin' up
Lil' bitch I'm fly, Aladdin
Pull up and flip shit, gymnastics
Turn him to a ghost
Casper, all bout the Benjamins, that's what I'm after
They know I'm
flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gang bangers at the B boy shows
With the cops trying to control
Crank it up!
If you're by the stereo yo I'm telling you to
Whack that up!
And even if you're not can you please make sure that you
Get the fuck up
Two-point seven for the crib and it's all paid (numbers)
Niggas get a lil' bit of fame, start actin' strange
Just because I showed a lil' love, that don't
they shook out
Get the book out and when the pitch come, nigga, look out
It ain't hard to pump up the lil' homies, nigga
But it's hard for your bitch
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
cops
See that shine from my wrist to my neck is all rocks
Gucci flip flops with Louis Vuitton socks
Li-Listen lil bitch we don't fuck with small talk
We
next to me.
(Fuck it up)
Now I’m duplexing these checks,
Lil homie show respect to me.
How this n*gga all bitter and he ain’t really nothing
Need
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
me
His lil pistol totin shawty
He can put some P's in my hand
And ima flip them hoes with no problem
He love it here
I love you too
Them other hoes
really the villain oh
Know it's a bop when I see it's from Glebo
Faded last night now I'm waking up mellow
My bitches my whips and my diamonds all yellow
racks, nigga, I'm gettin' many
It's been a minute since me and gang linked up
Give 'em a call, and we eat out at Beni's
We finna eat out at lil
I'm done wit that hoe stick a fork in her
I ain't really wanna do it to em
But they aint leave me no choice nigga
I feel like flexin Lil bitch
I feel
paid
Stacks mutiplied now its
Time to parlay
(Lil'Flip)
Its a sunny day so I'm a pull out the drop
No chain today but I'm a pull out the watch
You know
paid
Stacks mutiplied now its
Time to parlay
(Lil'Flip)
Its a sunny day so I'm a pull out the drop
No chain today but I'm a pull out the watch
You know
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