Lyrics:
'm strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I
'm strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I
the hellcat, everybody know that we them boys
My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin'
everybody know that we them boys
My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin' annoyed
thank them niggas
Taught me how to shoot, rob, kill
How to shank a nigga
Maybe I should blame them for all these cases
When I done banked a nigga
AKs
That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig peice
Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady
You page me, when you got the day free
But I be out with
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
That pistol fuckin' blow
A ratchet with the stick
My niggas at your throat
I'm fuck nigga paid
Take your work and flex
Runnin' up a check
I rob
up, I said pour it up, she tryna fuck me up
I said come and get your girl lil nigga, she tryna suck me up
She be telling me, when I'm down babe jus call
cannot fuck with that lil hoe, get her out my space
Aim that 45 at your face, spray that bitch just like some mace
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Woah)
I
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)
know I can't rob you, but shit your man's got a runny nose" (he soft)
Tone mans like, "Nigga I'on never slip", clutchin' a blick (try)
Tone don't know
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
'm a delinquent man I fell in love with stomping niggas
In the stu with your lil bitch and we caked up just like a funnel nigga
Nigga saying he a killer when we
where the preachers always packing, shawty
No, I'm never lacking shawty
Pulpit pulls that ratchet
Eat your heart out like it's a starving Pitbull
he kick shit like-
Damn
I'm not even gon say that lil' shit
Cause it's just gon' sound a lil' corny
I'm with your bitch, you know she horny
She
is high
Adjacent by, the sound when the bass is pounding, i'm faded
Tryna drown out that other shit, down out and under shit
I just need a break
a cantaloupe
Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lane
yeah)
I've been patiently waitin' for you to take it
Know I get a lil' mannish, know your body's a work of art
Let me play on your canvas, honestly, I
your kicks
Go on why'all can have my flow
I extort why'all hoes for all why'all dough
And by now I think all why'all know
Who's the winner, still
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
Everything Gwaluh been the fuckin' shooter
Pass it to my lil bro to
See if he gonna do it, yeah
And you know I fuckin' am
Spray your ass with my man
Then I
shit gon cost me
But it is what it is, I had to get det hoe up off me
Tell them niggas come and try me
You live by the gun, That's the say way you gon
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