Lyrics:
a pit
Lil' bro gettin' bred off them songs, you ain't makin' shit
If I drop some songs, hit the road, I'ma make a list
gotta cop a rolls, fuck some hoes,
Take no shit, no bitch I ain't no pamper
Practice what you preach, on God I'm leading by example
Motherfucking golden, the magic man was chosen
and the day I met
The M-a to the see with the dash
M-o-n-e cash came fast on the ave, see?
(Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
With the (funky) (funky,
me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by
I keep 10 rings around the frozery
I'm bout to rob the store I need some loot and some groceries
I need a lout with 3 blunders, fuck another night
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
a high school dropout
The way I walk with, that stick
I'ma tip-toe with that blick
This lil' choppa, let it rip
You not gang, you not with the shits
I
get that Glock and knock you off
Can't run no game by Jay ima get that stick and knock you off
Cause that's my lil brother fasho
Me and bruh back
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool
With cats in drop 'vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, won't you
With cats in drop 'Vettes in
Mobs and old schools we rob them old fools
Won't you amount your scratch
Respect them young G's, they
The ones that's
cell he crying
He crying he saying he dying
And ain't nobody was coming
Following day he went to court
18 years old facing a judge lil nigga in court
now I'm yizzawnin
Now as I perceive to get G to a tee
And before I bail to school you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta
imagine you rob a nigga for a mill
Ion see me signin no deal
Fucked niggas ho's years ago in school forgot dey hate me still
I jus hope you keep it real
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
purgin', we hop out Suburbans
Like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back
I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin'
I pull that bitch out then I
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
the day I lost my coolness
[Chorus x2: Frank V (Lil' Rob)]
'cause now they don't ask where you're from no more (Where you from ese?)
They just roll along
the day I lost my coolness
[Chorus x2: Frank V (Lil' Rob)]
'cause now they don't ask where you're from no more (Where you from ese?)
They just roll along
when everything at home sucks
It's hard getting bullied by everyone at your school huh
It's hard copping Shaq's and wearing them into school huh
It's
as me
Keep my glock on me gone send sum shots you try to plot on me
Choppa on the floor right by my feet it's seen a lot of things
Come through yo lil
why the fuck I need school?
M-A dollar sign E rules
Hundred G jewels
Vacate places you don't even need shoes
Same cats say stay up, pray for my day
to rock shoes by Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah)
We still grip arms Brook Norm down shit
The street don't want that watered down shit
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