Lyrics:
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
made he knees wobbly
Mentally it used to fuck with her
Im just gone be honest
Fuckin with all type of niggas
Like she made it a trend
Livin at grandma
won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
But I admit it, it
hoppin' to it, fuckin' bunnies
Real nigga, one hundred, you tryna do it
I done it i spit sick on this rap shit
Make 'em sick to they stomach
I'm clean, man,
face
Got this .30 on me, make 'em run away, yeah
Bitch, I'm gettin' paid
I was in the trap whippin' shit like a slave
Can't put trust in these
would come in handy
I got in just in time for chow, which is the
Overall term used for what
They call breakfast, lunch
And dinner i only ate the veggies
And then don't shot cribs, they gon' give you one chance
Like nigga, come outside or we gon' come in, boy
I don't sleep on no beef
(We ain't sleeping
And it's that same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell 'em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my
could make a killin' (killin')
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don't care about your feelin's (fuck 'em)
Ooh,
Might go deep in that water I feel like I'm Ariel
I don't fuck with these bitches you know they so extra
Yeah that boy got no racks pockets light like
take him down it's a burial
Might go deep in that water I feel like I'm Ariel
I don't fuck with these bitches you know they so extra
Yeah that boy got no
lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean,"
know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young
Ain't no love for em
I don't come in love form
Fuck you think this is
I got on delinquent shit and took the world by storm
We strike who wanna relinquish
at the cops like
I never heard of Jakes
I been pumpin D, since days of humpty
They can make a million dollars
Just bein' my flunky
I got a set of soldiers that
it's plain to see
That they're not here to make eyes at me
Run 'em off, don't want them hanging around
Run 'em off, you'll be the talk of the town
on your throat
We can't even rob you and your mans 'cause you're all broke
(Hook)
Why the fuck they always out to get me?
Act like I can't touch 'em 'less
Everybody a Mutombo, tryna block your shot
And trip you tryna make you fumble
They don't want to see me humble
Run with pride, pride of lions by my side
Talking:
what's that big baby?
You know what's sound dog
They gon' like this here, ya heard me?
They go like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck 'em
It's like a nigga grabbed the pen and started writin' the plot
I had to hop up off the porch cause mama trippin' a lot
I had to make it on my own, had
don't you know
Ain't nothing like me
Try to look, try to look, try to look but you know you won't find me
Kuz they don't make 'em like me no more
They
to make a living)
They act like they don't but they know
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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