Lyrics:
put that blick on somethin' (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin' (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin
These pussy niggas
Yeah, when I'm out in N.Y., boy it's blunts and phillies
When I'm out in L.A., boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk
it down?
Please believe nigga
Enough said then nigga
(Hold on, hold up) beyatch
Make a start
Let's make this official
Shine your boots
in my rope now
I'm on a roll now
Got me doing shows now
And when my album drops, it's certified gold now
Woah now
My pockets on swoll now
Hold now
, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
Boy, look,
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
Now, we done chopped
she done did it
Redman tapped, Lil' Weezy done hit it
Even them Boys from the Beastie done did it
Lil' Cease and R&B singers split it
Rumor has it from
It's the story of a rider of your boy behind the wheel
My first couple of times was in stolen automobiles
Doing it for the thrills, addicted to how
I'm sayin? Holla at dem boys!
It's - Young J-A-Y
Gutta Gutta fuck anotha busta
Tryin' knock my hustle!
I hit the strip ey'day I
Got the hustle cluckas
know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twisted And you can see by the look of my face
Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it tangle it
his old boy spit it like an old veteran
Fernie
Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
I'm in a lane by myself
Ain't checkin' for nobody
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now crips walk
to a woman, but I don't love hoes
I'm a player, baby and don't you forget
You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
In the bed, on the floor,
letting em hold nothing they gone fus
Crazy how I show em love but somehow still don't give enough
Crazy she would show me up but now I'm up she give it up
dropping game leaving streets with your hunnies for you to cater
Two shots make it ten by the time it hits later
And my homie on the side yelling Teli get
to get it the world and what's in it
And you can get it you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it
Rap gone get that boy found
team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team
Verse 2
96 I heard track
2 dope boys in a cadalliac
By big boy and three stacks
They
nobody like me
No Copy
Young boy brand so Fiesty
so stop it
And Im never gonna stop it
hit em by the lips just to make another profit
and pullin
shit
Yeah
Fuck it man I'm gettin bands in this bitch
Y'all be on that broke boy If I'm a mad shit
Yeah
By God I don't hit that shit
But I might win some
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
passenger
Now I prove everything wrong
Now they all playing my song
I spend it I get it back
Always be lit boy, i'm never whack
I was the boy but now I'm
flows like it's throw up
They try to diss me? Tell them boys grow up
Don't want to be down, they wait till we blow up
Throw dirt from the ground, now it's
the lives that I touch
Their value is quantified by the lies that they told
It's had to up hold the fallacies
Niggas living in fantasies
Calculating my steps
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