Lyrics:
crip
They wanna chill cuz i'm cool n shit
Got some off white i could super drip
I don't got time for no stupid shit
I just be high i be minding my
like I'm Illuminati (Versace)
This is a gated community
Please get the fuck off the property (gate)
Rap must be changin'
'Cause I'm at the top
on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who
Fuck these niggas thinking?
Y'all niggas thinkin' I'm doing, just sittin' around doin' nothin'?
Oh my God, niggas can't be serious
Where the hood,
son)
Yo, 'cause I'm seein' this cat
I'm seein' this cat up in here, man (yo)
The nigga, the nigga, the nigga just came in
Talkin' all this hardcore
Yeah nigga, West coast
Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin'
Nigga, G'z Young Gotti
I'm like fuck a bitch and fuck you too
It's so many different
to get a flick
Now nigga
Tell your baby momma fuck up off my dick
I'm just cooling with my young niggas
She in the VIP with all these drug dealers
Acting
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
stank, beotch
Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank
Now you got me talkin' niggarish
So just color me like a nigga
Peanut bitin' on my tongue
While I'm
mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be running around with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't fronting no fuck niggas
Big stepper,
Laurent
Givenchy'd up
The feds just grabbed my young nigga
I know he won't give me up
I look like a drug dealer
I can't put the semi up
My young bitch, she
man holla back
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm the same young nigga since elementary
And I didn't go then neither, it ain't no game with me
If you ain't
I'm a joke
I just wanted to talk, give him a pep, see
(Pepsi) but he too busy tryin'
To find the Coke i flare 'matics
You reach it'll frighten niggas
Niggas comin by the block
Tryna ride the cops
Migrain from my chain when I hit the block
Toguns, been funs, west coast, style young
VIC in the club, roll
follow by –
I'm young, fly dumb high
And a nigga 'bout mine
You know what's on my mind
And why I'm always on the grind
Cuz I'm 'bout mine cuz I'm 'bout
to sleep on the floor cuz I ain’t have a couch
I ride around with a p in a pouch
I keep a Glock with a dick by my crotch
My niggas pack what I’m slacking
Uh, Young Money
Niggas tryna clone me, tryna make another me
My baby momma bitching, but she still be fucking me
You blowing up her phone and she
tolerate no foolery
Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah)
See, my cousin, he got laced, he bought weed without the seal
And I'm steady
switch
'Cause they be talkin' beef, I be up in Ruth's Chris
Who is this at the door, I think it's the devil don't let him in
Just rap and take my niggas
Where my real niggas at
There's a lot of real niggas out there
There's a lot of real niggas everywhere
That's why you don't fuck with just anybody
and get this fuckin' paper
So what's the caper 'cause now I'm all in
At Virginia State, now let the bullshit begin
Nowadays niggas just can't have
like a black president (why)
'Cause niggas ain't seein' me
Has beens they both like bad skinz so face it
After this joint yo we passin' out some neck
Gotti you know we got you nigga
Palm City
Milkwaukee Buck'ing Gang
Yo it's that boy they call Young'n
And you know I rep that gang
Them ink
dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas (Shh)
Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' niggas
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