Lyrics:
Young Jizzle from the Bottom of the Map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap (hey)
I do it for the trappers with the, the, the rocks
And them
a tool so you know I’m finna pop my shit
OnG
Wait real soon I just might rock my wrist
On God
Drum and a stick so you know I’m finna rock like Chris
ONG
'til a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, a-Baby Bubba
to trust when you surrounded by all these snakes
I keep it real with niggas but they so stuck on being so fake
Tryna touch a Mill they said dyin young was
lazy
Wanna have my baby, ain't gone get me locked down
I can't get locked, hold my glock
Ima come down, hustlin rocks on my block
Cause they gone
your help, I can make a mess hot by myself
One shot, two shots, three shots, four
When I hit rock bottom, I don't cry anymore
Ah, ah
Rock bottom, rock
Selfmade, der Schwammkopf in Clips
Kam mit Kampfsportlertritt wie'n Sensei
Started from the bottom, damals jeden Tag Opfer bringen für Rap-Fame
Vom
'til a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, a-Baby Bubba
blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes
Price rising for a show and the flow
So either
have my baby, ain't gone get me locked down
I can't get locked, hold my Glock
Ima come down, hustlin rocks on my block
Cause they gone pay, gonna make my
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you
Yeah i seen it a lot, yeah
I seen it a lot, uh i seen it a lot
I'm from the bottom, went straight to the
Top, I'm in the hood, i'm still on my block
Yeah, get busy entertainment, youuu dig, uh-huh, uh-huh
Man I love the way lil' baby pour my drink, she my lil' rock star
I got 30 in these jeans
with haterade
Play it cool and shade, 'cause my name hold weight
Boy don't try to step up to her if your pockets on Chris Rock
Ain't balling like Chris
ecstasy girls get next to me
Best spot vasectomy want many baby mcs
Don't test me eats like Elvis Pressly
And my favorite kinda dog is a Wesley
I don't give
come and meet me bring them bloods and lets do this fuckin shit
rock bottom Yo homie i see my New York people
Come on all my bloods throw your hands in
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you
this hatin whats it really about
I paid my due's didn't get a discount
I was broke now i'm havin my way
From the bottom now a young nigga made
Long
tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush!
Now, I was born in the boot
At the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the White House
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
I'm young and I'm getting it
I'm young and I'm getting it
Okay, your baby mama, I ball that
Side chick I ball that
Main chick, I ball that
And your
cream you could call me black coffee
My finances more fucked than a used condom
Stocks fall like autumn
Greetings from rock bottom
But they're ain't no
She give me top and bottom, now she screenshot
Your style gold like Chris drinking Ciroc
She like that dope D, I call it three rocks
Ok she down
bottom, damn I'm talkin rock bottom
Young nigga ran it up but he hit rock bottom
Rock bottom,damn I'm talkin rock bottom
She held it down when a nigga hit
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