Lyrics:
time dope game cocaine.." > Scarface
"Boy don't test me I'm gettin tired of teachin lessons.." > Scarface
[Lil' Troy]
Lil' Troy
then I kick it wit ya
Full time vet, I be working on my day off
Pastor troy og, shawty smoke his damn face off
No beef, I'm dripping A1
Play Hard shit
And reacting
Got a great eye for catching actors
Barking dogs are non factors
Yall ain't preaching shit
And yall damn sho not pastors
Please keep that weak rap
I just came up on a lick
Well Uh huh Wassup
I just copped a new whip
Well Uh huh Wassup
Representin' for my city
Well Uh huh Wassup
Bad bitches
I just came up on a lick
Well Uh huh Wassup
I just copped a new whip
Well Uh huh Wassup
Representin' for my city
Well Uh huh Wassup
Bad bitches
and the pastor want my money
I don’t have no friends, I’m surrounded by Chucky
I don’t have no friends, I’m surrounded by Chucky
I forever making money, I’m from
bashfull but this
Bastard's flow will bash a skull
And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy
And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't,
the toys,commin with the noise
Nigga down wit Pastor Troy
Its so large major bank that's my life
Nigga ready to let go dump,raise quickly when i strike
[Loko]
home
Get the patrone on and tell
Them that it's on
Ay, yo, they wanna be like me
Recreate my flow, immitate my flow
The relate my flow
By while they try
using the universe to disperse
You to my newest verse
Taking it as a advantage boy
Your vantage point
Is Manson poised
Piggyback like Pastor Troy
I'm not
Blastin wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in
[Pastor Troy talking}
Pastor, disaster
I'm just laying down my bass shit
You know my bass my bass one
Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga)
Crank that
of rounds
Hundreds in my clip like that when I click clack
With my click better what
Coming from the waist better what
Eleven finna hit 'em with the what
Troy
like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in
with unit, catch me banking like Lloyd
Daniel keeping that 30 on em, damn shooting like Troy
In my city, I'm the man, fuck you officer Roy......
of you bitches, I'll put yo brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
The project babies gang bangin', hangin' and pistol slangin'
Pastor Troy ass ready, to killin' and stealin' just to make it
I pistol-whipped a nigga for
am that nigga
Ion give a fuck what they say
This aint GA but aint more play
I Still a buss at you wit a 223
Like the Pastor
Troy
Solo I was riding
puttin' the pressure on all of the bitches
them snitches, no riches, no love for Mo Thug
Nigga, what, what? It takes a Hustla, muthafucka
Put in a script,
time dope game cocaine.." > Scarface
"Boy don't test me I'm gettin tired of teachin lessons.." > Scarface
[Lil' Troy]
Lil' Troy
By any means imma get the dough
I'll move them p's for i sleep on the floor
If its one thing about me just make sure you know
Imma hustla Imma get it
Verse
In the afterlife we were bored
cnd the radiance we ignored
We were walking side by side Nothing better on a lonely night For weeks to come
[Pastor Troy]
Verse 1:
Introduction to a lunatic (come on)?huh, y'all playing (come on)
Got AK's for tha stupid shit (come on)?huh,
And that's all
Hey, hey, we keeping it real, samba baby
[Chorus]
If you need love I'm loving, if you need a thug I'm thugging, if you need a hustla,
Whatever
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