Lyrics:
colors, be cautious
One phone call'll have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for
dead
On the spot
It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block
A nigga, from BlackConnect
Will leave ya wet
Fa' sho yo' face is on the next
If ya
on the front porch
Stick em like a pitch fork, this is not New York
This is a concept comin from L.A.
The West Coast comin with the war braids
So you know we're
(la-la, la)
Jumped in my Rolls and gave me some brain
Told him she messed up her hair in the rain
He like to trick on her, spend a lil' change
He think
from)
I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em
And these niggaz don't look like they want to tussle (fuck 'em)
I'm a creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely
dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his
boy, while y'all mean mug
Rob who?
Just go and get a job ku
I'm three-double-O, that's my tool
You snatch this chain on L'A, this chopper gon' chop
Tried rob me ha gave that lil boy a man down
Aye
Bitch
So why you askin fo ah hand out
Knowin damn well shit ain't free round the trap House
Hunnit for
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
To yall, y'all some gangsters, to us y'all some bitches
I'm not from Beverly I'm not from Malibu
Where I come from bitch they call it the trenches
Don't be
(what)
We get 'em up at the drop of a dime bro
And did a day livin' by the AK
>From the ??? overseas, TRU niggas blowin' trees'
And gettin'
on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words
Grape, ayy
Can't beat the case, tryna send me away, ayy
Lil One, 03, BlocBoy JB, we bangin' Grape
Ooh, Memphis out to LA baby we from Watts
GMN ain't no stopping us (GMN)
Mention GMN we poppin up (On God)
Niggas smoking on angel dust
Try to rob my thirty tucked (Bop bop)
Reach for something
Cop exotic gas by the bundle like it's Sam's Club
Heard he moved into the burbs
What he running from?
Glazed all on this bitch face
Save her name
disintegrated
I want Gucci on my body, Louis in my laundry
Foreign coupe La Voiture Noire that super slime Bugatti
Call up shooters on Ducati's if them dudes get
do
I meet lil momma at the spot
I swear this Bitch bad off the drop
I bet see get attention alot
I can put that on God
Like
Ohh la la la
Ohh la la la
Yeah, Hartsfield to LAX make the trip so many times
Can't tell you where i'll be
Just landed out the plane in a whip with CPG
Intrigued by THC in
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
everything around me
CREAM, get the money)
Starvin' out here, yo
(Dolla dolla bill, y'all)
I grew up on the crime side
The LA Times-side
Wrong turn might mean
Lately I've been in a matrix, phone jumping having bag conversation
Section 8 days to some acres in a daze from the hell I was raised in
Got this Lil
colors, be cautious
One phone call'll have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for
from them three-six niggas
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
Or bustin' massive 'round from S.K.
My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo'
from them three-six niggas
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
Or bustin' massive 'round from S.K.
My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo'
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