Lyrics:
or a lame. Whoring in your 20’s , school days slut shamed
My skin golden, cuz im in first place
Had a nigga nervous had em shakin bed frames. (Bed shaking)
the 20's it was rocks, in the 50's doo-wop
It's nineteen-ninety-fo' and everybody's store hop'n
And ain't nobody really trying to hear me speak it
They
the street
poppin' crys, poppin' jaeger, smokin' on that colored green
back to back, we got a hundred 20's in our stack
if you smoke the finest weed I bet we
out his shoes
These niggas flexing 20s that's equivalent to 10 blues
This nigga talkin tough cus he don't like me but his bitch do
Russian K turn his
since sixteen
20's and my whip clean
My dick be covered in whipped cream
And thats what be all in yo bitch dreams
Put her on the mattress leave you split
can't give a F about no ho
My brother ball like Harden it ain't shit to up the score
My pockets stuffed with 20's put the hundreds in my coat
Exotic plug
sire, yeah i'm on a wire didn't think i would see this age, my 20s are gone but i'm still packin rage, i'm so angry i feel like nothing goes my way, i
playing dumb
Never knew mally unload a gun
Give her essentials no lease no rentals
Police they squeeze delete your mental
22s they shoot and bleed your
sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway
Yo, this is for them
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
Every where there's war
Keep your
whoop"" then you run, nigga
Reppin' 22nd, screamin',""Fuck where you from, nigga""
All hundreds, never 1s, nigga
'Fore a nigga ever got a job, I got a gun
[Talking]
Say L, hold these keys man
What kind of wheels is those brah
(man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos)
Man, I ain't never seen shining
drop[01:42.01]That's that uhhhhhhhhh[01:43.22]I'm trap in the trap but I love it here[01:45.05]Its weed and gun smoke in my atmosphere[01:46.80]My gas multi colored my
we was smarter I'm skeptical where your head at?
Cause if I'm racing to trust a bitch I'd be dead last
Uh
But enough of that
Im at the end of my 20s
turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let
the mix
Makin my propers, gettin paid, stackin a grip
From 20's to bitches, from haps to hoes
On the corner pushin boulders, livin way too bold
My bank roll
Cuz you're gonna shit your pants when I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with
paid"
"Do this everyday"
Fuck that bitch
Whip that shit
Crash that hood
Brick by brick
Y'all get fucked
Porno flick
I stand in the middle
Zoro shit
Gun
at school set on set wreck
I don't care if the kids there
Know some 20's that'll die for Long
Beach like they live there
Waityou went and fought Dizaster
You and me and it's me and you
I got my 45 you got your 22
Til death do us part I'm gonna ride for You
Til death do us part I'm gonna shoot For you
shots(three shots)
Somebody done made me hot(me hot)
You got me fucked up, we shoot guns and hit targets
Meat market, chop haters up who start shit
standards high whenever you shoot
You know it's ride or die win our lose
Art of war Sun Tzu yow fuck dat shit no interviews
Suns out guns out suns out guns
or die
Kill or be killed in the coupe so fly
Man the niggas over there tried to shoot your guy
Man the fully automatic .22 go by like damn
And they fly
did your other five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to shoot
Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a 22
Pussy gotta keep a gun on his
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