Lyrics:
Buck 10 is
Who Mr. 10 off a laptop is
Don't get that shit wrong nigga
He only pull up when the cash out
When I pull up you know its straight bread
Uh Uh
chains just like Mr.T
I pity the fool try run up on me
I aint going outside today no-no-no-no-no
I feel like NBA Youngboy, I been here before look
ain't know I was broke
Used to walk up the boulevard me and lil bro
Now I pull out garages with smoke in my throat
They see I'm a G now they wanna see
written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
Gonna continue to MC and smoke
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
lost it (What?)
I can’t tell by the way these
White kids still mosh pit (yeah, okay)
I’m ashamed
That lil chain you rock ain’t a thang
(Facts, oh)
I got
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5,
Lil mama whole the strap and the work while I drive, (jea)
Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale,
But keep that on da
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm smooth, uh, I'm one smooth lil' dude, uh
Only 22, richer than you and your whole crew, nigga
Call me Mr. Glock, I
Don't need the facts
Just wanna act
Mr. Speaker
Mr. Speaker
Mr. Speaker, I think and suspect
That this fool sits in office behind his new desk
Unaware
we're up in smoke
Glued down by a gorilla
In a super silver haze
Looking for Cinderella
Only got 99 days
I'm fishing for black tuna
Jet fuel to keep
smokin yo’ moves
Flexin to hoes
Tryna be cool
Lil’ bro you a fool
I can take yo bitch
And show you what to do
(Ah) Like this
Young nigga I Ball
Like my
Ayo, Nick, you a fool for this one
Since lil bro been gone, I been sliding and sliding
On the nine every day while y'all hiding
Y'all got lucky,
skills
Streets is talking whole hood's whispering
Careful what I say 'cause I know dem folks listening
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5
Lil' mama whole the strap
this you bloody lucky it missed
While fists governed by piss capish cruising to his
You wouldn't fight me as a sober man
You shit where you live
I have
Hol' up while I smoke (smoke)
You gon' get the smoke (smoke)
Smoking like I'm Kobe on the court 'cuz I don't choke
You're the popular vote (Hillary)
fitted
You niggas really are okie
Lil boii you do not knoe me
If you catch you by yo lonely
It's up they on my dead homie
I ain't playin no games
You
puff by the pound
Throwin' this money, they waitin' for it to come down
Fall in the spot, but only real ones allowed
Start from the bottom that mean
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
out her teeth when she sucking my dick
Mr. Beefies be macking these bitches
I see how it is
Lil nigga be doing his shit
Put a mask on her face
When that
[Mr. Shadow]
Who's that fool in a 6 2 Impala
Heard it throught the vine
You was mad cause I'ma baller
I'ma tell you how it is
When I thug through
a natural high
I relax when I smoke my crypto
Slang crystal
On my hip I got my pistol
You wanna be a victim
Come on fool don't make me whistle
Scitzo...
Speaking of the devil
Y'all niggas cornier than kettle
Y'all couldn't smoke crack or heroin in a Black Ops plane and reach my level
Ate some bugs and I
brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
New gold BBS, look
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