Lyrics:
Glock got the rounds
Four in the mornin', still breakin' it down
Me and my niggas, we takin' the town
Come off them pockets, yea shakin' em down
Got
of weed with DJ I fuck with my Dawg the long way i bet all my niggas gon have this bitch on replay (Hot Heads)
All my niggas Hot Heads but we still be
hustlin', wasn't no plug in the beginning, matter fact there still ain't, I'm still struggling with it
I never smuggled a chicken
But I swear I had dreams,
the fuck out
Why this bitch up in my face?
Damn, the thots out
Why this ho up in my section, nigga you too
Pretty clean, motherfucker, up on YouTube
Finna
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
IDK)
A Millionaire nigga still get it in
Fuck the community bitch i ain't fittin in
Go to Q block and just slide with a FN
Shoot up the feds cuz you know
what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck
of Bill,
And Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves
in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush
We from a town where (Georgia)
If I, if I had to go me gear done...as it happens, (snaps his fingers) just in the nick of the time I got it done. If I...
Nicko: Yeah, I still didn't
sleepin'(Tie 'em up!)
Gimme a minute you be ??? Huggin the clip
You wishin it wasnt a day like this(I wonder why)
Ii be in yo' crib bangin yo' bitch(I love
Wake up one morning and that bitch was gone
We not in Kansas like Patrick Mahomes
Over the rainbow and back in the two flat
The witches is too flat,
loot
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
We some presidential players, with money by
me
Bitch, come blow me
Pull up my mamba, R.I.p. Kobe, that's my OG (that's my OG)
Still no Grammy, but I got trophies, then I went OT (then I went
out a nine
R.I.P. my niggas, love them boys like they still alive (R.I.P. my niggas)
Marmar did five, came home, brodie went right back
Shit made me
crotch
Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block
Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit
We're just some real ass niggaz
We
class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the sh-, f- (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my a- from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em a-part
Babe we haven't been on a date in almost a month
Come on
Let's go do something fun
Bitch I'm poor
(Ain't got no jet)
Bitch I'm poor
(Crippling debt)
still not born to smack you, and I greed for and I grip on
My ring ?? my nuts got the chicks on
And you know what we on.
Walk like a bad bitch
couldn't grow
Or the river that said it couldn't flow
Get in and have a go come along have a role
But it seems we sow only seeds of doubt
Just in our head
Child]
dynamite I'm tossin
hatas crossin
its da end bitch
you runnin into bullet proof
hoe, we still da Triple 6
Prophet to da P
earsin niggas that
Uh-uh (Zaytoven)
Slide, slide (Sremm 4)
Slide, slide (yeah)
Slide, slide (yo)
M-I-S-S (S), I-S-S (yeah), I-P-P-I (I)
Drank off in the ride
BANDS IN THIS BITCH
YEH THEY GONE MAKE THAT ASS CLAP
YEH THEY GONE DANCE IN THIS BITCH
WE IN THIS BITCH YEH
(WE IN THIS BITCH)
WE IN THIS BITCH
WE
Still gainin' weight and we 'bout to go tourin'
We really rich niggas, we hop in the foreign
Nigga you play and get shot by the mornin'
Spray a whole
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