Lyrics:
was like "Fuck it"
An no real nigga was ashamed to ride a bucket
When shit was goin' down
We followed it
If she ain't suckin' dick by now
She
a Puerto Rican freak out Delilah, she call me papi
I can't pick none of your hoes 'cause they talk too much
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
dogs (uh), this is for my dogs (uh)
Yo, where we at, baby? (Creepin' through the fog)
From then 'til now, don't ask me how
Know that we gon' roll like
Time might pass us by but no forgetting We gonna handle that said it out yo mouth ain't no forgiveness Gotta stand on that I be callin cap u talk dem
that shit on scale
Extra on bail cause my nigga in jail
My nigga Doogie goin stay with that fye
You play with that fye
Them bullets will fly
Ain't got no
Show me what you know
Show me you ain't hidin on me hatin on the low
Show me that you real i ain't look for now fake
Show me that you wit me even when we
dogs all on the stage
I'll rock out on your block, hit your ass up with that Glock
And you know that we on top, and you know that we can't stop
And I'm
Sittin' on my racks, caught a nosebleed, huh
Can't no basic bitch say she know me, ayy
Goin' hard for Street, that's like my OG
Bitch, I don't ride no
homeboy, we ain't never gettn' out
It's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, eastside, that's how we do wild
D.P.G.C. we do
on a stack
Gotta get the money
I can't leave it where it's at cause if we lookin at pockets mine ain't fat
Word to that
Goin for the bag and
Fade to black
Once
out on me
Surprised by yo' actions caint lie
Shit, from knee high, you used to be my homie
But, then I heard that word around you talking down
My name
it
Because I feel like a car that ain't got no battery in it
But I know I gotta get up because I have to be winnin'
Before I'm endin' up buried down in
taste
And we fuckin' just for fun, we ain't goin' on a date
I make money where I'm at, then I go to another state
Out in Denver, I'm at Ruth Chris, tryna
Open my eyes told my mama we gon' be okay you ain't gotta worry about me[00:18.45]Posted on the block with my brothers I was out here thuggin that
on his head and walk down on that nigga Mhm
Lil ho you crazy if you think I was taking your pic mhm
Got it by self ain’t nobody give me this mhm
This
goin' here is Boom
All I speak is facts
Talking out yo neck and you finna Get capped
If it's a race you finna get lapped
Everybody goin' be like oh he
stupid
Not the one to jump around these blocks like Q-bit
Ain't nobody out there making no noise
Wit they own route but that nigga Paper Boy
We can take
town
Don't you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat
Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat
To the end we represent-we in it
just like the
Kids playing hopscotch, trauma building not stopped
Like a veggie chopped, nutrients fly out the lot
Get shot Danny, thicker with no blood
The money ain't never stop callin', yeah they pray to god that we fallin', yeah
But fuck it, we run up the dollars, yeah we ballin', yeah we ballin', yeah
no favors nah
All I know
Is that I’m really the flyest
Not being bias
If I like it I buy it
All I need
Call some hoes up
Pour a couple shots
Tonight we
Ain’t got no check, lately I just been dealing in cash
Spend all the money that I’m makin' legally
Pull out a whole different bag on they ass
They
tonight girl where you at
(Westside)
Come to party tonight
Live a crazy life (we outside)
Goin 356 on the asphalt
That's how my life be like when I cash
goin'?" (They gone)
When we was broke we was together every day
You turned up, now you fuck with niggas that I never seen (who is them?)
When we was
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