Lyrics:
' get you right
By the grace of my rhymes
Homie these goin' get you by
And my bro still selling OG
He goin He goin get you high
I know, you know, he know,
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
me where I'm goin'
I told him, fuck away from these niggas, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these niggas, fuck away from these hoes
I told
Fake watch buster can’t bust me
I ain’t working that move
Cuffing these bitches, I ain’t
Loving these bitches, you do it
Riding round the city, no
West, they know my name
More savvy in the city than a bench press
These niggas hustle, I ain't impressed
I sold bags of the white more
Tight than 50
You Goin Do Dat Shit For Them But Ain’t Goin Do That Shit For Me
You keep lien thru ya teeth
Ayo stop lien to me
Niggas know I’m in these streets
Boom, I'm in the booth by my motherfuckin' self Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on
Niggas ain't slidin', and I'm sholl ain't hiding
You
niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas)
My nigga
damn self
My damn self, I did by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out
There by my damn self (Ha)
Break a moment of silence i ain't dead
My life is
records
These niggas ain't playin' witchu
You back-stabbed AB
Only nigga that's sprayin' for you
Y'all mixin' up Foot Looker
Clerks with real refs
These
buses
To get these checks
We independent, we don't need your respect
We +Infamous Minded+, you've been blinded
It's Bars & Hooks nigga, we goin diamond!
goin' on, nigga
Niggas act like we ain't gettin' all this money
Like niggas forgot or somethin', nigga, yeah (man, they better not)
Nigga, let me give
my hand I'm goin' to slang it
When I got that drama on my mind I'm goin' to bring it
I ain't backin' down from no nigga that's nathan'
If the nigga say
out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your background
Said this is
these niggas actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin on, holla!)
Tell me what to do, these
I'm the nigga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh)
I'm the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I'm the nigga with these rhymes,
away, I ain't lookin' for my keys
The fuck these niggas know about me?
This shit right here sound like some gospel
I lost my daddy the same week that
Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him
Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium
Bigger than a mob, can't be touched,
' platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four hundred, five hundred what I get a show
Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code
We
stoppin' like a red light (ayy, yeah)
Wake me up, this a sick dream (what?)
Got the Alpine with the flat screen (that's right)
These niggas ain't aware,
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't
the time nigga
That's what we pitchin' for
See these nines, nigga
That's what they pitchin' for
Put my young niggas all in a movie
Cause me and Stunna goin
what kinda nigga need a ride?
They made whistle while you twurk and that's functionin?
Ain't these some hatin' ass niggas?
Now look at this shit
I
right
Catch em at the light he'll be gone by tonight
I don't need you niggas she goin hold my pipe
Way that ass shaped take her home my type
Pretty ass
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