Lyrics:
And the women say "damn", them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
niggas is about to go oh no oh no
Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way you niggas gonna stop mine
Y'all niggas must be out yo mind, I
niggas is about to go oh no oh no
Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way you niggas gonna stop mine
Y'all niggas must be out yo mind, I
on)
The bitch got excited by the lobster suit (bitch)
Whip out the Glock like a Rasta do (vrrt, vrrt)
Old niggas call me big dawg and salute (old)
I
ring tone
And she so hypnotized by this pimp poem
What i got here is mine go get your own
I put this to rhymes get piece of mind
OZs to dimes and this
of purple rain
Tell them fuck critics I'll never change
Young K.R., I.T. my niggas say
Gotta keep a dash closed with the .44
'Cause them jackas rob 'round
need for a stylist
Extend my clip
It got a barrel with a silence
Play about mine, know my niggas get to wyling
We young
There be new blue hundreds by
You know i wanna shout out to The Jacka
Shout out to the mob figures man
Shouts out to live wire style and I see
You shake yo neck what it is mane
the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Let my niggas live
We show
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
out
Everywhere I go I got them racks out
Nigga try to take mine, it's a blackout
I'm gettin' money for real, I had a mil, before the deal, yeah
I
can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck them guys
Real nigga shit, don't
This goes out to all my thug niggas and bitches out there (soldiers)
At ease solute see MURDER all the motherfuckin' riders out there
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album,
stickin' out my hand, I'ma chase mine
In the Chase makin' deposits, I'm crossin' state lines
If the people catch me with Tommy then I'ma take mine
Bail
see shit that makin' niggas sick
How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last night's dice
and never let these bitches know ya
And even though I'm gettin' high, a thug nigga gettin' by
Catchin' bitches spittin' lies, I'm gettin' mine
All day, I
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album,
tell if a
nigga don't dwell in the same shit?
Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene
And there's no one I can spot, so I get my ass down
niggas up to somethin'
Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly
It's trill niggas, where it's niggas, a whole army of 'em
I run the check up,
goals
Plus I'm tryna flip a Phantom whip
Dope like the J-A-C-K-A, and I'm rich
First off
Salute high to all my niggas that died
Claim you a shooter, okay
taught to be a man and stamp it
Bitch I flip it
Get your own nigga keep it pimpin' nigga
These rappers dying errywhere
By the Gun or their fake Career
I
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