Lyrics:
Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort
K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
Bitch, I rock shows, I be on go, I never liked y'all either
I told that bitch I don't do playin, if she play, I leave her
I'm all up by my bread, about my
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
How could y'all blame us?
I done came up, yeah, I'm on some new shit
Religions on them jeans, bitch
It be that True shit
I be getting money, getting
Everyday I'm hustlin? like Rick Ross, ha
I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean
Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin? like po'k & beans, wow
I'll lay you
I look back upon my timeline to see how much I've grown
Young buck turned elite vet going up I'm really on
On top of shit, wrd to Rick Ross, had
No knockoff in Gucci I'm Gucci playing top golf
Pop off, if it's on the floor then we mop all
Eyeball fuck a scale boy we came to buy it all
I'm wit
we drove off
Pussy who you tryna rob?, bitch, don't get cropped out by the picture
I'm always in the field, throwin' bullets like a pitcher
I'm always
like a twist off, my lawyer say "gets off"
Y'all may- back my music group like I was rick Ross huh
I know I know that shit Ill - shit ill
I know I know
a bouquet for free
I could start a pet store with these birds
I'm the rap Donald Goines with words
Still rob y'all herbs (And I came to)
Hit the club
to show muhfuckas what it’s Really about
Talk that talk
Yo!
2019
We gonna move a little different
We gonna tell y’all muhfuckas
How you should be movin’ in
Ooh
Oh
I was tryna be humble to these bitches
I was tryna be humble I came from humble beginnings
Circle got be small some niggas don’t see
roll up with me everytime it's on
these straight shady niggas around my hood
lets be the obsession so we can trip on what we smokin on
'cause ya'll my
on they honeymoons
We had a check sellin' bottles of rock
An' so much dope came we re-modeled the spot
That's why y'all cats be spittin' that shit from
connected like the cloud
No lag
We stable
We shoot
Y'all duck
When the raps in cage ya
Lil bitch
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
Another dollar
I lost (S)cent
I criss cross
Your ankles is wish washed
Fuck y'all
I'm big boss
No Rick Ross
More lies thy speak
More eyes will weep
And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds
Specially if my daughter cryin, I ain't lyin
Y'all know the signs
Chorus
Verse Three:
We agreed to go
open
Niggas flashin' they lil' bread
But I'm the nigga they approachin'
(Wipe me down)
Small nigga, tall figures y'all niggas crowd niggas
We gon' get
The money go flip
Pay what you owe
And im collecting that quick
Lotta ice, king shit
Tell by the drums
You know its it
Told yall we would never quit
me number 2 then
Stuntin' like Rick The Ruler
Hoes rob my belly like buddah
And August some good luck, but I
She giss a good fuck, huh!
Duck-duck,
140k what the thing cost
Ima keep in pushing like Rick Ross
Twin bucket seats and it sit low
All black paint and it still glow
Whip so aggressive like
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