Lyrics:
Hey yo we step up in the club, in a disrespectful manner
Stomp through the crowd wavin the M.O.P. banner
Keep fresh coppertops, in the player hater
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
Tellin your friends I was weak
And you was never makin a sound i'm a king
You can tell by the shape of the crown
I can sling
Ain't no bird-brain makin me
School started prepare to get saved by the bell
I heard he a cheater I'm wishing you well
I'm getting money I ain't talking Zelle
Yesterday you took
gotta reload on the resource cuz
The shit that your girl do for a P4
Hop in the whip, lets take a detour
We was tryna get away from the Neenor's
Shit
out your shade and you're blocking out my rays
Finding Rey like John Boyega out of Star Wars
Ridley me this like I'm a poet on a par course
Diss me you
John slowsilver03
Trial
Sticks by my side, I got another one
Heard my brothers had no blicks so
I went and got 'em one
Too much of these tricks
I
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas
Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar
without the automatic chemical release
emergency vomit
say we were doing on that day of visitation
All I care 'bout is my out date and this nature of probation
How much dough I'm set to make and where I'm
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
choo
You know it's P4L so we live life loose
But everybody got a girl can I get one too
I thought Kiara was my girl but she didn't share my feelings
Then
not the same but it is the same,
Cause we both glorify the Most High King,
Jesus Christ my Lord, My God, The Savior,
Lover of my soul to the end
the boys by my side
You gone hear us loud cuz we keep the sideline LIT
Yeah we bleed silver and blue and I'm hopin' you do too
because when the squad gets
to feed the whole family tree
Keep on balling, till they injure me
Even after ain't no stopping me, cause it's John status how I'm living g'
Saw games we
the slab dog J-Core
Eight Ways, P-Tab y'all
You can call me, Fat Boy or Big Ball
Whatever dawg
Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we stake
go, we go
I pass my April fools in monster may
I pass by so much bull I should say "ole!"
I got friends named raggedy Ann and Andy
Call my "bon
Felicia
You kno
We gat receipts
No cap
Swerve
Hundo P
Look who doing doughnuts in the Bma
Blaq Carrie moving like Tina
FU move John Cena
Crip dancing
I'm feeling underrated like Russ
I hope Satan get hit by a bus
Follow Jesus so I cannot lose
He helped me run away from the lust
Take off on a demon,
say we were doing on that day of visitation
All I care 'bout is my out date and this nature of probation
How much dough I'm set to make and where I'm
Wooo wooo! [in background]
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola
[Verse 1]
Mearle maire, club muchacho
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
pistol out the couch
Niggas just robbed the connect
Get your shit, we gotta bounce
We was almost grabbing P's
We was gettin' it by the ounce
So, I
wanna be like me and me
Tryna blow up like TNT
But not for the cash or the p’s and green
Just by myself repping 3 and 3
Open doors are what I seem to see
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