Lyrics:
original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
Town house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
you
advise you niggas (don't fuck with me)
[Project Pat]
Real players like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throat
Bend over let me poke her
Don't take me for
bullseye him like a dart
We bullseyes him, like a dart
I saw the fakness before the
Departure so I, don't count it
As a lost y'all played with fire
So imma
him
After I win the battle rap
I'ma blow your motherfuckin' head off
So you can call me a sore winner
I fuck with The Game
The rest of y'all give a fuck
York City
Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City, welcome
how we think
No tongue tissue niggas around me
Just a hundred cement niggas around me
We hard bodied, y'all bodies ain’t like ours
And if y'all bodies
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
so how the fuck I get clapped?
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
Feeling so rich like Jaden
Your best friend want me just saying
I don't even want to fall off just playing
Y'all be on the fall I be coming
OG pulled up on the scene in a wig
When you running from the Feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did
get a front so we start robbing
All it led to was some aggravated charges
Told my mama that I'm sorry
Smart as fuck but made some stupid choices
Never
It seems dat di bwoy wan crack down (crack down)
Holy fuck bro, man down
Y'all need to broaden your scope
Picture you got darker skin and broaden
And the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat y'all pockets
And for sure
You've got yours (yeah)
I've got
and they shoes match
They whole squad pretty, all y'all can get it
They on live with it, they hashtag litty
We on the sofa, poppin' bottles, I just capped
over y'all, fuck y'all
Don't sleep, stay wide awoke
Take it over y'all, fuck y'all
Don't sleep, stay wide awoke
Take it over y'all, fuck y'all
Don't
Yeah, I know a lot of y'all niggas out there
Gettin' your weight up
Hittin' them push ups and shit
But how many of y'all getting'
Your smoke
hating, I be like fuck all y'all
This for my niggas
[Fiend]
This my motherfucker, ya heard me?
Yeah, Shocker, Shocker, Shocker, yeah.
Friend, friend,
WRONG!!
COLLIPARK!!!
YEAHR!!!
HAAAH!
What the fuck y'all think this here
1st booty on duty the bitch gon get to it
It's money here
The hoe
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
that's my boo!"
She say "You can't cheat on her!" I say "Bitch she comin' too!"
It's ya' boi Project Pataaa, mane y'all know the bizniz
Up in this thang
where y'all from
And tell me where y'all from
Hold up tell me where y'all from in here
Tell me where y'all from in here
Long hair I don't give a fuck
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