Lyrics:
wit you?
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Fuck is wrong wit y'all
Number Nine wit' the Prada, but lately I been fuckin' wit the Rick Owens
I just took yo hoe what you gon' do bout it?
Can't fuck wit' none of y'all
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord, gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
How many wanna die wit me?
So it's best, to stay the fuck away from Trae
[Trae]
When the fuck, these niggaz gon learn
I've been the realest thang, that done came in they life
Yo this sum birthday sh*t
How you gon bring me a birthday gift to my birthday party on my
Yea, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
Keep it a bean,
Fuck showing love back, I ain't showing none (y'all niggaz don't have to)
Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
'Cause who the hell should
I'm just playing wit y'all niggas, I'm just playing wit y'all niggas
I'm just playing wit y'all niggas, I'm just playing wit y'all niggas!
They
triggas, fuck up all y'all niggas
Cause I'm so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
That's all I be around, nigga fuckin
if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
Fuck security, sleep wit my finga on the trigga
A street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin' prada
To rockin' shows in the Dama Fleet collar
street
Chilling by a black Cadillac on sum black feet
Scrappy in a Chevy watching Scarface on the flat screen
Told y'all constantly, ride wit the pump
Yay yay (Yeah yeah yeah)
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Who y’all trying to impress with that
Turn me up one time
Cause bitch it's finesser season N***** scared to fuck wit me
They know that imma demon
I just fuck on hoes and fill they mouth
drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, don't stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat screamin' "Y'all wanna floss wit us?"
Where the fuck you at? From
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck y'all niggas talking 'bout huh? (It's time I see you)
Get it right, you fagot niggas heard Suge Knight
Double R's the only
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
it
I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
got the sticky
Weed, pussy, Yoppa can't fuck wit me
Dread head nigga so you know I Smoke weed
Blow a lot a money and I blow a lot tree
Roll it up pack
My motto is simply I will not lose (I will not used)
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
Wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by
Co-signed by the gang
Yeah because of what I am
5-0 riding by
Yeah
Here we go again
Never tell ‘em nothin
Won't be rolled up wit no co-defendants
dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what
I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't
"Literally just want a hug, but good forbid, God for"
I get bands off computers, they can't fuck wit my check
She never looking where she going, she
fuck yall niggas
Fuck yall
Fuck yall
But I sit back and realize that I
I gotta help my niggas
But still fuuuck yall
See its fucked up wit shackles up
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