Lyrics:
hands out - here hold these slugs
ha-ha-ha yeah that's what's up
Real nigga straight from the fucking mud
Still walk around with the burner tucked
And I
a hottie
Let her drain out her body
Gimme brains til I shotty
The she say boy you got me
Met a chick that skipped school no class
She wonders the Halls with
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
swing my chain
You can catch me in the club, pimpin', doin' my thang, ayy (ayy)
When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (yeah)
Now
Let’s find out what’s inside ya
I don’t think they trust the riders
When they gave me Justin Driver
So I’m settin’ up my tee
They planted me wit’ fire
I
on his damn back, said, "Get-Get 'em"
And never mind what they talkin' 'bout
Real niggas pull the money out when the drama out
Real nigga put the money
FOREVER AND NOW YOU TRYNA BAT/
OHH NO NO NO NOT TRYNA MESS UP WHAT WE GOT/
AND U KNOW WE GOT A LOT/
NOW CUPIDS GOT YOU SHOT/
SO IN OUT THE DOOR BOY NO
a steeple
Mama said money easy when it's legal
Back to the bone, but I go by the Bible
Don't chop it up, boy, the phony your rival
Out to see stars and I'm
I need a check
To help get me out of debt (Willy West What Up BITCH!)
I done took too many losses still I have no regrets (Woo)
Life is a fucking
whoadies, that's stuck in them chains
And you know how it go, catch a opp, bust his brain
We was 12, 13, posted up on the lane
Mama know what is was, boy
catch em I drop em
They police they on me it’s hot out here
They wanna kill me im lurking they hiding
Say whatever but you not out here
Don’t speak on my
a dog, now watch me cat-a-pul-ta boy
Yeah, I'm extra alter, yes a vulture, catch you walkin'
Extra talkin' to the morgue by extra coffins
Yeah, I'm hype
the dark
And I'll catch you, if you reach out to me
I'll come get you, but I can't hold what you won't let go;
So I need you to fall.
I'd never lie
Disguise
You tried to cover that shit up by acting like you was supporting me out can't deny
I knew that shit was a lie
I wrote this part for the boys in
that boy are-E double D
I'm a star sipping bar in the car, sitting sideways on the highway
Two hundred the fly way, what that boy say
That boy's out
Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow
B-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, bro
You know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo
Habichuelas negras,
bread cheese and dough
From scratch but see the catch is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin', what ya bought, so cut that big talk
Let's walk
bread cheese and dough
From scratch but see the catch is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin', what ya bought, so cut that big talk
Let's walk
swing my chain
You can catch me in the club, pimpin', doin' my thang, ayy (ayy)
When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (yeah)
Now
This is no good, you know what I'm saying
Nigga always dissing in them songs but never pop out
Boy we got some guns on our side ready to rock out
No I
figure out what's making all these teardrops fall down
Is it the cold or just the pain from last night's fallout?
Thoughts in my head, she and her friends
Brain attack my heart, now that's organized crime
I don't even wait for a text or a call
If I fail before I'm great who's gonna catch me when I fall
If I
godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
And I'm smoking on them flowers, catch the bouquet
Here we live by the sword and die by the sword
out
Hoe what the fuck you talking about
These nigga hot they tip they telling
He gonna get caught in his melon
Pause
He gonna call a reverend
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