Lyrics:
the motor out a 'Vette, put it in a Chevelle (switch it up)
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas gon' tell (I swear)
She look like God sent her from
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
of the year's here and that's hearin' me rap (you want it)
Hearin' me rap that straight up, 2020's a dub, nigga
Atlanta the only spot that ain't shut down they
a nigga mean? (Yeah, aight)
Yeah, aight, yeah, aight, yeah, aight, look
It ain't goin' 'til I go up ('til I go up)
It ain't no show until I show up
they need, or if they gon' like it or not
Aww man, you gon' have about five years go by
Next thing you know, you ain't gon' wanna do this shit no more
stores, I be jammin' it right
Ain't have no chicken
I had to go hit the road with my team
These niggas trippin'
They tryna beef over hoes with a chief
My
bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit
Talking
goin' up on the margin (up)
Outta here, mars with the martian (gone)
I turn my back, I'm a target (my back)
You niggas look fishy with shark (fishy)
tried me
Got they booth smoked (Ha ha ha)
Y'all niggas play these bitches too close
I'm calling plays
He ain't shootin' with that
Seven like he Kukoč
Got these niggas so obsessed (damn)
My pussy so famous, might get managed by Kris Jenner next (yeah, yeah, mwah)
He can't move on, can't let it go
A.K.A. The Man!
[rapping: T-Pain]
Aye
Somebody better tell these niggas how I do it I do
it for television (television)
These niggas lost out of they
and I ain't seen shit
But these niggas'll scream for plea
But for a G like me, it's just a case, really, you could see
I crack the MAC back and pop off
light brown
These niggas ain't nice, they nice clowns
That's why I'mma start layin them right down
And have 'em there layin in the casket, ice down
my niggas make it up out of the streets
Most of these niggas ain't been in the streets
Can't let a bitch take advantage of me
She came in with you
they be robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
I got my mind on my money, and I'm not goin' away
So keep on gettin' your paper
For real yeah ain't never had to tell me get this bread
Holiday
with these niggas (Yeah)
No, I ain't seekin' attention
And I don't jump on niggas'
Dicks to get mentioned (Yeah, let's do it)
Lotta these bitches
my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
I just bought me the purest, but I need some
because I talk that lingo
[Chorus]
And I'm the muhfuckin' realist,
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggas ain't never sold the weight
this ain't a game of ball
We lettin' semis off
Niggas that I went to school
With wanna pick me off
I told my dog I'm goin' trap to rap
He said you goin
It's so groovy, nigga, ay, Lil' Jo
Hand me the beat, nigga, show these niggas what it really is
BME click, it's goin' down tonight
This for
ain't got you co-na-vict nigga, I'm takin' my hood back
Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood
Them hoes be gone from gang to gang
Fuckin' on niggas and tellin' they business
These hoes ain't shit in Jesus' name
Mannnn, fuck all them soul ties
So
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