Lyrics:
today
You get upset over anything
I cannot fuck with these internet gimmicks aye
Sometime yo shorty realer than yo niggas aye
Fuck goin 50/50 on a baby
a freak for the gang she gon' run that shit
Told her 1, 2, 3, gon' and bust that shit
On down
Get it in for the low, man I swear she on go, that's my lil
I get the bag, these niggas mad yeah I know now
Baby
Slide in the coupe, foot on the gas, it's finna go down
Baby
Look in the future, seeing my self
blitz the nigga, brodie trip the nigga
Imma kick the nigga, let it click
Try to run down, get hit in your shit
Spinning around, fuck if he with his bitch
(64 64 64)
Woadie I'm juss tryin to get me some bucks
Woadie dat green really give me rush
Go put yo ppl n some
U betta duk wen it duk wen bus
Dgaf bout
that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before..
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready
that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before..
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
This for my man yo, word up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."
I don't mean this in
with the Baccarat, for sho' yo' ho go down
We slimin' shit out, this our summer, got some', then don't come around
See somethin' we want, gotta get
you swimmin' with the koi
Five to Nine like Royce
Big money by choice (Fettyyy)
Big money by choice
NANI
NANI
Yo' bitch is joinin' my posse
NANI
NANI
really been the guy to cry
I just get high to pass the time, yet it's only you to get me by
I would never be someone to lie when I say I'm fine if
a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
Well all right
Me a bad man, ruff by nature
You punkin' on me you goin' into danger
Me and the Don, ruff and down low ranger
Me
(Uncle Snoop Dogg.)
Yo' whats up, whats up.
(Could you read us a bedtime story?)
Alright, alright.
Y'all get my ash tray, get my lighter.
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head
Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
(my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
get no rest
Counting up the checks
These hooks they all by myself
These lyrics all by myself
This life its all by myself
Fuck all their help
Did it all
ass so hey why don't you get yo' own
As long, as I got this legally
People see that we can be on top of things without causin
another nigga sorrow, I
the time we depart
Ey yo, I've broken down what they say my people are like
So now, tell me what's your stereotype
If it happens that people ain't seeing
Nigga where i come from everybody struggle
How you gone make it out determined by yo hussle
When you make it to the top now everybody love you
When
Break it down, roll it up and get higher
So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher
Yeah, I'm on that Caine like I'm
nigga
Now I'm the big ballin' nigga
Comin down grippin' wood
Keepin these motherfuckin' bitches
Callin' nigga
I used to be the smallest nigga
Now I'm
Get some cash through this rap game
A hustle to get through Uh huh
Me and my dawgs, down like we own the force
Fightin' through the war
Shoulder
can't
Come on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue
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