Lyrics:
kid
You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit, I pop shit and pop tags, bitch
This New Era be cappin', uh
Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T,
this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I'm
Bloods everywhere you lay, but ain't no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA
OMW to your trap (blap) now I'll be on my way
Dismissing, miracle, lyrical addition
Condition, my brain is pumping hard like a piston
Competition is getting less, I'm the best so listen
You wishing, to run
on the streets we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood
See I be on some street shit, don't talk to police
I won't accept
could it be
'Cause I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
Haha, now I know, the story is told
And I don't even call 'em back 'cause they
Tinder fire swipe right
Fuck you like you special
Might not be no coming back
Turn you upside down
Head over heals don't know how to act
If that p
these cyphers?
I treat 'em like they a war, don't want no mediators
Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door to the greezy neighbors
what more can i say/ you want to hang wit us ridin/ you'll be hiding while we're gliding/ flying by and shit/ you better quite trying/ before you and all
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I
to
Trust me dawg
You don't really want to
You don't really want to
You don't really want to
Trust me dawg
You don't really wanna be the one
To end up inside
p-p-pump, pump it up
We gon' do it like mm, mm, mm
Look, pump it up if you came to get it crunk
With a dame and she done drunk
You came to get it
up with eight p's
In a free car spinning we got us like eight keys
Only three people but with all these irons we like eight deep
We don't shoot out
When you get,
Run off your block,
By cops,
cnd they're the ones,
Harassing us,
But yet,
You wanna,
Run down on an op,
Truth told,
It sounds like your
see I leave niggas pressed
Shit
You want a shot at the title for the throne nigga be my guest
When I swing, no flex
Put em' down like Frazier
Nigga who
[Master P] + (Silkk the Shocker)
And y'all haters
Be gone, want, want want
Be gone, want, want want
Be gone, want, want want, Be Gone
You get money, (then
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
Baba i dey watch my time
Abeg i need the ap
This guy never make am nah
Tell me wetin him gain like ad
Don't tell me to chat you up
I just Want to top
ready to ride)
Don't want to see you wit that four five unless you gone ride
If I say you gone die, motherfucker, I get so live
But you be
Take a defeat
But I don't lose
Mo
Taking up up shots with no ammo
I know I've been missing just came back again by myself and I'm feeling like Rambo
Haha you fan ass Ni**a
(Hey Bitch)
(ya - ya - ya- ya )
Got my p**** in your mouth
I drag a b****
By her weave
For looking
At me wrong
(What
down, you hit the gravel and cease
I could be a beast, or I could be a gentleman
But if you ain't my dog, you gonna be like 'Oh, it's him again'
Niggas
what's
Whack rapper attack the deafer like Don's recipe
Sean P this one for King Kong
Act like you know yo they don't even know this
What you tell him
He
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
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