Lyrics:
i got niggas who goin ride
We goin' send you to hell a devil right by your side
Ahh shit your pants when we slide you ain't a man stole your pride
Yeah
Seven, oh, seven
Yeah, Charlie Hustle
playa', playa'
What's wrong with these old niggas, man?
D-day, what's wrong with these niggas
you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Yeah
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Yeah
This shit sounds like when the gates of hell open, nigga
It's that "Mad Max Beyond
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet
ain't no right then ain't no wrong
Yeah girl I feel the way I've blown
I'm 'bout to speed this chemistry
We see the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram
(Drum Dummie)
If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go
I ain't going out like no ho and these niggas know
I'm goin' out with these riches
nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where
shit a hundred, all my niggas they a hunnid
I love a thick bitch, who be all about her hunnids
Chuch these niggas broke, real talk, I ain't frontin'
I be
talkin' president
Fuck fuck fuck a war
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
Fuck fuck fuck a war
In Vietnam a lot of niggas died young
sex
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas
I just need a check, ayy
My baby mama say I'm up, I
Told that bitch I'm next, ayy
Banging with my brothers, ayy
(B-B-Bankroll Got It), ayy
I feel like Mariah Carey (Mariah Carey), got these niggas so obsessed (damn)
My pussy so famous, might get managed by Kris Jenner
be niggas
Ho’s goin be ho’s you know what it is
This world get crazier by the day but you know we just gotta roll with it
Start from scratch
Cut
Chain chongs nigga ass black bean in all
You know the word bitch sing along the shit goes like this
Bitch take cover I'm goin' in
Bitch take cover I'm
wore it out
Glock never jam, block never fold
Nigga never told, stay ten toes
Nigga gettin' exposed, trappin' for these hoe
Nigga know the game
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
bail?
I'm the GOAT, y'all niggas know I made that dope float on the scale
I had them hoes goin' crazy, fiends crackin', goin' pale
They know I'm real,
reppin' only steppin' I ain't flowing off
These bitches out here fuckin' preppin', y'all ain't knowing huh?
I'm blowin' up and a nigga need a parachute
I'm
Yea this rasta
You know what the fuck the business is ya heard me
Told these fuck niggas I ain't going down
I ain't goin down ahaaa
Told these fuck
know, and a lot of these triple OG ass niggas
They ain't really been passin' the game down
Like we was laced and groomed on
Ya know what I mean back in
on A3)
Makaveli tried to warn us
But niggaz ain't listen to Pac
Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac
Shit yean got it yet (no)
Then you won't get
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm goin' to Mars
And this money ain't changed (Mars)
Took off my top, I'm exposin' the brains
I got young niggas ready
Blood shed tears for my Niggas that's goin, we ain't worried bout the opps
We worried bout making it home
This shit is crazy huh
You be sitting by
c
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"
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