Lyrics:
cat, man)
Nigga it's-
It's the remix, son
Can it be, act like you know
Check it
Yo, check what happened out of state
I'm knockin' off
up in my head. Some say I OD'd
Off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
Died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
Hate, but I don't drive by
fuckin place I can walk to
I still get props in the hood when I stroll by
'cause niggas don't know that I'm smokin like Popeye
Mama's in the kitchen cookin
, talkin' shit when I leave the town, nigga
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now?
Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now
Play by my rules boo
some yutes by the chicken shop, should I lick it off?
Quick, quick, bro show me
Ayy, ayy it's kickin' off, let's see what these niggas on (lagga)
a nigga smokin' Tooka
Young Pappy, by the way, I sip on two cups
Long nose like Usopp, shoot him with that Ruga
Niggas know I come around, come around with
us
More than just rapper they judge me off for the music
Opportunity knockin' I’m ready I cannot lose it
I know that I made some mistakes I’m only
Now what's this I hear? I was told to beware
I'm the inspired, dissed by nigga I admired
Hell no, this can't be
Now who the fuck is this
I hear
they guns be knockin'/
Gonna block it, throw my hands up
And we dip it up and brawl/ Talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at
All/ Nigga in
By the way that I go put that sauce on a nigga
Mane just by the way that I carry a bitch
Call me backpack kid when I floss on a nigga
Mane these
of money, I'm fresh up off the block
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet
we do
Jump up off the porch
I ran and got that loot
Miss me with that cappin
Let me get that truth
Niggaz out hear fake
I can tell by how they move
You
yeah that's real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't
With the muthafuckin BM drop, 325
By the way, me and my crew, we real live
Get absurd and hit a nigga with the bloody birds
Niggas can't fuck around
he get he showin' off his new dance moves (ha!)
Good to see my nigga home gettin' back to a bag (Shmoney)
If her show is called "The Red Table"
Jammin' super tight, sho you're right
Boy, you outta sight, jammin' super tight
I let the trunk fall, I'm knockin' pictures off the wall
With this car,
Knockin' niggas off left and right
Give a fuck about who it is
I been thinkin' bout better thangs for all the times ian had shit
Money ball what I'm tryna
knockin' niggas over, yeah, just like a pinball
Yeah, nigga run up on me, then you know that we gon' brawl
She said she wanna talk, now she pull up and she
Jumped up off the porch
I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga
We gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted, nigga, get your bitch
I told that bitch it's getting rainy
Gotta keep my shades on, I know sum niggas actin' shady
I'ma take a trip around the world top down just by my
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist'
But
It ain't them that's knockin' us off, it's US that's knockin' us off
I'm tellin' you better watch it, or be a victim
Be a victim, in this white man's
plugged in but this ain't no add on (no)
I'm allergic to broke niggas, back off (eww, why?)
Used to be broke, now I'm flexin', huh
Like I just took my
the bricks
a young black crucifix
up in the dirt i be knockin' dicks
smooth and beretically, my pockets
rocket
to six figures
and polverizin' niggas
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