Lyrics:
right by your side
Better believe, I'm keeping your name alive
And that's on the click
Even though, my pain might make me sick
My day coming up, and I'ma
make you mad then I blame it on my wrist
Count up that cash and I spend it it with the click
Pop out so fast I be posted with the shit
They ain’t doing
labels
But we both in the Screwed Up Click, let's go
[Lil' Flip]
Look me and my niggaz, we fifty deep with them triggas
I'm a school boy yeah right, I run
police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
Nigga hit 'em up
Bitches run from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop,
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
Let the money ride
Let the paper ride, let the money grow
Got four big bands on thirty-five, hit twice in a row
Pull up to the door late night
the same
Switched up so y'all can never catch me slip up
Big ups to all my people out here showing love
Cruising real slow looking ice cold
Balance
Cooked up but this isn't, right?
KW: I mean everyone out there in TV world
Real world, whatever world you stay in
Needs to know that
I’ve never done
for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in
a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich
snakes
Bitch, life is a gamble
Pay up what you owe boy
No drive-bys like they did Ricky
I'm hoppin' out like Doe Boy
(Do-do-do-do-do)
Hustle like
J. Jones Jr., guaranteed to do you
When you step outta place, I'mma bring it to you
Uh give it up, 'fore I three-piece suit you
Screwed Up Click
wack
Ion give a f*** cus dats just me 4 real
My dad say ""QUIT MUSIC"" but that's no big deal
A'mma keep rapping daddy, I won't chill
""ØG, U AIN'T
chewed up
Dont pour nothing less than a duece got me screwed up
Pull up to the party with a whole lotta shooters
Keep a Glock 19 this not a Ruger
Draco by
a lil' nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real
[Hook x2]
There's a party over here, a party over there
A party everywhere...put ya hands up
and watch I dance the big tut
Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue
Is rollin' strong
Money and the same bitches
Different women but the same bitches
I'm still surrounded by the same niggas
Quick to let it click, blood stain niggas
I
sayin?
we're talkin? about crime stories
And I ain't givin? up no propers, no glory
Crime Stories, all the real brothers have been locked up
And you
that
She ain't lyin', she back up all the time
'Cause she know huh daddy shine
Leave a bad b**** blind by the sound of my voice
So before I count
sittin on ya ass (Ya Hurr)
Im on some real shit
Know niggas on nut shit
Pull up & pluck shit
Be all on fuck shit
Some of em Im stuck wit (Aye)
A put
the real
Speak the real
It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit
Huh? Want me to speak the real?
Speak the real man
Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
It`s
since hangin' by the seesaw
Niggas think bloodin' is a fad, on crip
Got my real blood homies lookin' bad
I'm a g from the floor
All the way up to the LA
Yea?????
Nowhere to go?No place to go...
I?m real screwed up, my eyes are sore from smoking all that shit?
No place to go?
Bottomless heart, so big
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