Lyrics:
to see what I can come up wit
I found some shit I got a K, as my glock, I'm the nigga that's in my hood
That can't be stopped, the older lady's they fear
Lil dawgs on the porch
Better stay there
Surfing through yo city
In a Porsche
Make em say yeah
Bitch I'm not Simon
But do what I say
If you
high puffin Hershey eyes yay high
Mami wanna ride you gotta mace mines
I mean put ya fuckin face by my waistline
Gudda going hard at a bitch
I don't
to flex in the harbor
My lil cutie getting sexy in Georgia
Know some shooters by the Mexican boarder
Fuck Trump chump word to my Migos
You don’t fuck
wit these fists
Put yo bro up on the list
It's like he signed up just for this
Tell yo sis I wanna kiss
Ima lick all on her lips
I go hard don't make me
by da vehicle,
I won't come to yo session.. record wit da members I trust em. That shit is mo feasible
Be like 80 degrees they pop out in camo n mask
boy, oh boy
Me and yo' baby brother we keeps the rhythm
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my
and shit nigga
Yo, it was the night before he got popped
Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot
Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas
niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
(verse 1)
woke up from a long night of sex this mornin
Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin
Hear my girl talk a lil mess this mornin
Hit the hood
Yo Fiend, what up man? (Yo, yo)
You rollin' with these Legit Ballaz right? (Whomp)
Alright, well check it out
Won't you tell these motherfuckers
the roof, lil bitch you twenty deep
Cast a lil' spell onat boy, and then I made em' freeze
What the fuck is up lil' bitch I'm in yo hood and I'm sippin' tea
give em something to stress,
More likely even less.
[Chorus]
My life! (My life)
Lil' nigga bailin' through the hood,
Livin' crooked like I
moving
Til I know where I'm go'n
Gets dark outside yo the hulk's outside
Young bul don't play round here
It sparks outside get chalked outside
Lil boy
ride or die
These youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
Cause niggas
Like I got paid by Pat riley
Real hood baby want Trina to fuck Kylie
I'm wildin'n out of town and mean business in my set
Put the hustler in and hustla
'Member serving fiends everyday
And my brother got locked up, he done threw his life away
Point this glock 22 to yo face
Sell out nigga claim you
on my shit I think her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht
When Phil was locked up i put bread on his books every week
Then three months in the halfway house and now my nigga free
Get in the way of my paper end
(Watch out wit all that swervin')
Srayin yo lane
Cause if you swerve up in my lane you gon get hit by this train (We #ill4real)
Hold on give me space
hunting
And ya baby momma mad
Niggas got they bands up
You can't pay you cant see yo kids
That's ransom
Said my hood don't know my children
I manned up
open up ya ears I'm tryna make ya feel something
We done took a lot of big losses to get a lil something
I was at the bottom shouting for help but they
Drop some work off in yo hood
And then i had to go remix it
They was calling me the golden child Before i ever listened
They was tryna hide they hand
you talk to
Ima big dog no roof
Ion really play by the rules don't get it Confused
Stand up nigga fr
I never hated
I give my flowers as well
We can go
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