Lyrics:
Enough of that what about me nigga I'm a playa young G
Everything I ever wanted I got it straight out the streetz
Running to the money in the field like I
[Webbie Talking]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard
the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Sat it on dem big 6's couldn't play games with dem 20's
That wet paint is
that shit up, moving stickin'
By my money need my chicken, get your nigga out his pension
Shit is wicked, bitch, I need it
I can't fuck with bottom
Boosie Bad Azz
and I'll zoom right by you
760 partna Crispy Cream on the tires
smoke that fire
purple cush by the pound
ask my dog Webbie
this is how it
I promise to protect and serve my family
And the ones I love
By all means
It's my call of duty
Woke up, family calling my line
Real shit,
orange
And my drink is miller
I pilla
Killa like a killa flick
Lil c style fuckin with tha dpg
Top dogg, big dogg, whateva y'all
Suge knight sure your
know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
God got my back so
Lil Boosie keep his mind at ease
And God kno I kno
That somebody gon hate on me
But
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
We already doin' life on the streetz
Like algae, niggas be heated, when they walkin' the beat
This shit is flaky, makin' backs shaky, niggas hate me
It's a lot of bad bitches in this function right now
Like Lil' Boosie and Lil' Webbie, told the bitch to wipe me down
Put a silencer on the, bet that
[Chorus]
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody f**k with me
God got my back so
Lil boosie keep his mind at ease
And god know I know
That somebody
& Steady Be Glitchin'!Gone On Wit All Ya'Snitchin
& Bitchin'! All You Can Tell'em Bout Cee Is Yo I Stayz
In Da' Kitchen,Mixin' Up What Tha' Streetz
Fo' you call yourself sauckin' up to Lil' B.G.
You could get yourself +Checkmated+
Brains in the streetz, tracin' white chalk coppa'
But of couse
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
copping no pleas, imma cock it and squeeze, my lil n***s slimey they rock you to sleep. Trap rollie on me came straight from the Streetz diamonds buss
on "Larry King," theirs is on "Maury"
At the end of the day, it seems to won't go away
I guarantee +The Heart of the Streetz+ that you pray
[Chorus I]
poppin now (Poppin' now)
I'm Lil Boosie wipe me down (Wipe me down)
Give a fuck bout what they talking bout (Talking bout)
My auntie stay by Waffle House
is illegal (damn)
They let Gunna go, we tryin' to figure out that happened (he snitchin')
He took a plea deal, Lil Boosie say that nigga rattin' (aw)
get to jukin ho
The DMV of life
Leaves us disappointed
If you ID the pain
Overcome, don't join it
My mind is a life sentence
Call it lil boosie
My
and Ed (Ed Lover)
This is for Moo and Lil' Bronson
All tha real niggas in jail
I miss my dawg Ankie Paul
Free that nigga Flav out Park Town
Free Rico
I'm the pistol when it snap ya
I got the sickest Beamer, I got the sickest Magnum
I got the sickest Charger, y'all's thirty, mine's forty
I told you
for a long time I beg them just to leave
Father told that boi it's just the way it is
Boosie on his new shit, take you for a ride with no joystick
Count
trap spot
Thirty-six of zeds, lock it out by the night
Somebody tell me why these other borther's trap is low
Fam, I hit the strip with some buds, I
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