Lyrics:
pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I
niggaz with court cases
And they all gettin life
We can be enemies after fuckin your wife, or runnin train on 'em
Piss on a slut, let it rain on 'em
brought my freaking folks
My folks that keep it real
We drinking on that Brandi and we handy with the steel
Better guard yo grill, hard to kill, like Steven
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
just way more concealed
Ye said it best, I gotta be real with it
Racism’s still alive, they just be concealing it
Like a weapon trying to shoot you down
The G-500 is my favorite toy
'Cause it don't look like a thug or a hood
But he keep dem gorilla's so we still be good
By the way my name is K, don't forget
gettin' it by herself
Dancin' in the clubs, sellin' off some pounds
She even do taxes when the season come around
She had a dream like Martin to get up out
in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself
It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust,
Don't fumbled your bag, Let's end this pandemic
What happened to going from rags to riches
You went from some rags to even more rags, It's sad
Troy tell
get 'Gonged'
'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' for? c'mon, let's get it on
What? What's takin' you so long? I got
been dead stories of what was
I'm celebrating life poppin bubbly
My champagne wish is to be sucka free
Believe these hoes let 'em keep sucking me
Don't
factual, we can take over this earth, we’re galactical.
Let me make it clear, we can take there, a diamond in the rough with a shiny glare,
You got me
to be load up
The girls show they ASS when I roll up
in Benzoes, five double-oh, you never knew
the trunk fizzo, I carry it on the low-low
at
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,
at
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,
in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
and I know that he ain't coming back
If you lose your jewels by my dawgs we don't run it back
I swear it's hard to be a boss, I just lost Muscle, I feel
nicks, gotta have some skill
You niggas dead and you niggas fiending I be doing all that flex nigga, let's just be real
Let's just be real, uh, yeah,
they say
Do what it do, I'm with my crew niggas I'ma let these bitches rain
Uh, she wanna go shoppin', so I took her to Dior
Yo bitch is sick, she
a show, why'all hoes would get "gonged"
Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin for? see'mon, let's get it on
What? What's
Unquotable, sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin'
Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin'
The products of the streets don't be playin'
It's a bloody
to and real hitterz and niggaz jig, left to right in the club
O you got yo cup Say no more (aye) Well shit Let's do it then
I man'd up in these streets I aint
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