Lyrics:
and DK
You're all in my story
Heidi and Tilly and Emma and Emily
Kaitlyn and and the rest of the crew
Turning up spiritually
I need you all in my life
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
dissed you
See my n****s we ain't into that
N****s d**k riding in the group chats
N****s out here really doing that
That's hoe sh*t that's a f**kin
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We
I'm on my way down to Latin Quarter to find two
more freaks...
Kris: Word...
[Super Sperm]
Chorus: repeat 2X
Scott LaRock had em all
leave my yard
I'll have my Beats by Dre's on, just in case
Man wanna converse, dead crep
SK Airs anytime that I step
I'm on my Jones, ain't got no
up, his mama big mad
Less drive-bys
More hawking shit
I like to run, my feet fast
At all times, that young nigga be on ten
He colder than the North
you're lacking
Ah-yo check 1-2
I've got my mand that's about to sneak up on you and your crew
Ya know what I'm saying
Check 1-2
Aiyo Masta Killa I
bored up, uh
I had a smile on my face, that was funny as shit
Cah I had the big man screaming like "mummy"
Nowhere near where his mumzy lives (Trizzla)
at
Brooklyn beef! Who want that?
I grew up in the thoroughest borough - B.K.
Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K.
Gav was the first dude with the C.L.K.
Im blackin out
Got lot of Bitches round me
They aint stoppin till i drown g
A lot niggas talkin
Be talkin bout were they wont be
DK não fala g
Like B.G. whatever you do its all on you realah
It musta been meant for me ta be rich
Only my dead niggas could of live to see this
I appreciate
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
was 2k (K)
On this side we stay live live
Gotta hit that Stepback
If you lacking drive
You rely on a high (A Huh)
Me and you cant be the same I be
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
that they stuff in a bear
I pack two barettas, never bust in the air
Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sits back
Pack four pieces like a Kit
It could be a beautiful day
And you'll get hit by strays
This is what you do
If a nigga stealing money out the crew
Cut eight of his fingers off
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
ron artest
Trapping niggas, picking wrong artist
Drums on SK’s, gotta strong arm ‘em
Whole crew strapped, pull em all on ‘em
Sound like fireworks, drop
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
Frosted steel hanging on my neck
Check my checks, you know I'm back
I just took the flight to Dubai with my crew by my side
Got a girl on my thighs for
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