Lyrics:
bucket, he took it and like put it over his face
And made one of them faces like, ooh
Two days later I'm in Baseline and I seen Dame
Dame didn't know
boys get ticked off
And put his hands on a
Loaded AK and lifted it
Up in the air, and then we saw him carry it
Into the club, I know he wanted to bury
hit Milwaukee
Yeah, take his top off like a
I'll break yo dusty-ass down
I know them ain't no black wires
TRL, yeah, that's lil' gang
They known
still spendin' that Kris Kross cream
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy time
Everybody know I got the recipe, so y'all know
Y'all
still spendin' that Kris Kross cream
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy time
Everybody know I got the recipe, so y'all know
Y'all
To all my boys behind bars
You know who you are
Keep your head up, I promise I got you
That's dem Miami boyz
With them dade county face
Movin weight, we
I see them demons on you
Can't let them get to me
Mama texted me and said boy take care of your energy
Keep friends close but always keep close
Youn no non bout this boy
youn know non bout it boy
Verse:
Ok let go women everywherre that we go
they poppin up cuz we popular
off da radar im dark
lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Sillk]
its yo 504 boys blastin one mo
then we bust and here we go
boys want boys where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, boys want boys, yeah
Ayy, whoa, boys want boys where I'm from, ay
I know you wanna get teamed by the gang
I
I'm Young and I'm ballin' out, but I'm not Trae
Got multiple flows, I get paid by the tre
I can't get a check without getting two mo'
Get her in check,
gate
(Colgate) with that Scope in your mouth
Now let's get to them arms
Cause that's a must
No now let's to them arms cause that's a musk
As far as heat
and cuttin'
Little Mo Hart want to pull it ain't nothin'
Bitch, if you steppin' we buckin' them guns that's fucked up
Now let me get down for the grind
and cuttin'
Little Mo Hart want to pull it ain't nothin'
Bitch, if you steppin' we buckin' them guns that's fucked up
Now let me get down for the grind
niggas
We next up nigga
Get this money nigga
Go get this Bloodhoundz nigga
I let you fuck them boys
I'm Meek holla at your fucking boy
Man, this shit
Hit a nigga out the shotty
Like he Julio
Hit your bitch from the back
Cause I know you don't
I hit that pussy she say that you pussy
Boy I know you
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
gra
b man
at the back of the ride no uber super i beg a boy plz try mad man
them boys my son like junior everyones knows dtown where you’ll find man
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
Ba ba ba etc
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know what I need
But I'll get to where I'm gonna end up
And that's alright by me
Let's see
Let's go
Its ya boy WEEZY BABY! Holla, ay aye
Bitch im down with my squiddys
And i ride for the cause
Its the s-q boy with the big fuckin cars
If
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
you got me, got me
I know it's hard for you
You got me
When I know youve been wronged by other dudes
But you got me (yeahhh)
Im just trying to let
real shit
Real life Trae haha, Asshole By Nature nigga
Listen, talk to em from the hood nigga
I know they hating on us
But the streets is anxious
They
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