Lyrics:
Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our mothafuckin' crew
Shot forty one only hit nineteen
They need target practice, that's what
Shout out to DJ Khaled
This that special cloth at the radio station
Going brazy with your boys in the building
New York City, what the fuck is up?
We
We gone pull up and snatch a nigga
Out his sleep
Then we gone pull up to the party only two deep
Niggas know we get it popping boy have a Seat
My
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
outside your house
Nigga, I catch a drain, ain't no motive
Ain't no blame on what I do
Ya Cuz I'ma fuck over you
Now what's up? Cuz I don't think
You ready
Gotta times that by three
She said I'm a dog, you ain't seen nothing at all
What happened last Fall, I just had to come them off
I couldn't even trust my
boy, you done (Boom)
I got me a gun, don't run, ayy
Here that boy come (Huh? What? Damn)
Want smoke so I blow out his lungs
(Boom, boom, boom) what's
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
Why the rich keep getting richer because they penny pinch
And all my niggas living out the kitchen, whippin', still whippin'
Catch that boy by the L, he
callin' but until then
I guess I'm stuck (oh fuck)
The team knew I meant so much when I get to heaven they're
"Boy what's up?" We can ride and roll, I
Weigh in the middle
And I'm steady buying property
I got land to catch me you hit the lottery
Niggas so stop playing
Boy I ride what I want to and ye
the microphone nobody wanna go next
And I'm so checked out
What's left now
Get down with the motherfucking get down
Tre pound Extended no sound
It's horrendous I
Drop another tune to start the faji
Anything we do we tell nobody
Morning to noon we out we planning Ah ah ah
She tell me she in love but she
wrote for me
I grip a stick I wrote a
Poem not a rap
I'll be slapping when
The money's bottlecaps
Fall out
With niggas that care about
All clout
And when the rain begins to fall
You ride my rainbow in the sky
And I will catch you if you fall
You never have to ask me why
And when the rain
Weigh in the middle
And I'm steady buying property
I got land to catch me you hit the lottery
Niggas so stop playing
Boy I ride what I want to and ye
Watch how they fall
When I buck 'em all
We outlaw, Westside
Playa, touch 'em all
I buck them all then remain ballin'
Out the moon with my Glock
they jock me dog
Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog
Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don't shock me dog
Well get the fuck, slide on out the way
eat off your plate in the kitchen
And now... (I'm fallin')
What am I to do?
Just a black boy in a room
And they informed you 'bout the bad news (I'm
needed the inside to come together out the blue
It took a whole lot of work to end up, so terribly unfinished, ugly, and yet, so beautiful
I know what
male in a skimask
But I'm too damn clever
Will they ever catch me,never
Because I operate in and out of state
Move at a quick rate
And never hesitate
a fuck yeah
Watching laughing out
Cause you bitches got me fucked up
Best not press my luck hoe
Bitch I'm going loco
Catch me down by Flo-rida
Cause shawty
in the middle (alright)
Give me a scratch, turn my mic up a little
I want you to hear this perfectly clear
Catch what I'm sayin'? You get
in the middle (alright)
Give me a scratch, turn my mic up a little
I want you to hear this perfectly clear
Catch what I'm sayin'? You get
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