Lyrics:
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), look (look)
This that shit that made me ball out on my old bitch, ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I'm chosen, I ain't
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
hollow tips through yo fuckin' belly
They gon' burn ya like a deli, I stay ready
Blowin' doe doe with this 4-4 got the hat back with the seats low
down
If ya wit it, represent it
Ay yo, I trample those that mess wit hoes
And just wild out and just dirty ya clothes
N.O.R.E., my name don't got
Hurt by the die hard bare back feelin'
They got shook like kids from a sinnin'
Dwellin' all in your system
Killin' ya slooow
A real jacked up way
All of a sudden we back, ya
All of a sudden we back, ya
I guess I'm all in my bag, ya
I guess I'm all in my bag, ya
Feel like I'm Maggie Rogers
My
see what I mean)
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire be a be a millionaire
Girl I want you to give me what you got then give
want to handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish
I don't want to leave by myself
(Boy, you ain't gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..
Boy killers
Hold the scrillas I dump in you niggas' livers
Then watch ya body shiver and ya mama quiver
From the way you just got lit up
Hit up
down, spin it back, run it down ain't spinning back
Everything that I'm saying, everything right here is
Rea-rea-Uhhh-uhhhh, Fuck uhhh-uhhhh
I ain't got
a lil drive by
In the cul-de-sac
Hit that boy with a Mac
That's a bloody rag
Hit a milf in back
Get ya honey back
Yea these bitches attract
Now I'm finna
Girl I want you to know that I got ya, nikki always by side but I’m getting tired of the vaporizer, sitting low getting high you happened to be where
been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones
Back when niggas was representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta
Woah, tats on my face I will never have a desk job
But I just got promoted by ya bitch, I got the head job
She ain't Jeff Bezos but I swear she got
face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon'
back up, from the Mac Melph Calio
You got coke, and don't wanna go broke
VL it
Cuz around me bitch I'm doin bad ya can't sell it
B.G. terrorize
4 niggas
Young Jbrack got the juice
Put ya motherfucking hands up
I'm bout to shoot
I got the sauce
We hanging out without the noose
Got me looking like a ceno
on the cottage
And you a nigga to turn his back on a bitch
Like I ain't got it and forget that
Bratty type spoiled by the best black Caddy escalated '99 edition
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
Ya....ya....ya....ya....i got to go, I got to go,
I got to go back to the island
I got to go, I got to go, I got to go back
To the island, I got to go back, I got to go back
leaving folks
After I get them singing
I'd like to leave ya'll singing
How'bout the folks in the row
Here by the wall
Ya'll got the "red light" with me
Rest
stepping to me
I like to keep my chakras open so respect my G
I got the bush going in, repping FBT
So sus' niggas watch your back, Pros next to me
I got
Got you leaking dripping
I’m caught up in your wave yeah, (Caught Up In Your Wave)
Flipping through your ocean
Then you reach back and I save ya, (Hah)
like I’m turning up the amplitude
Never press the brakes
Put in my all on the line aint scared bout the stakes
Got my team on my back so I got what it
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