Lyrics:
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
Just rappin'. He ain't really bout that shit
Nigga, Just rappin'. He ain't really bout that shit
God damn it
Nigga wanna talk about me
What you talkin
So Brooklyn
This season I'm pulling up at the Barclays
Fuck what you heard my nigga
We gone start winning one day
So Brooklyn
I'm picking Jay Z
And we laid it down
Ran up my sack for the
Summer who playin now?
We got paper
Like COVID
And Spread it out
And you know this bitch
Shot by the dondada
In
niggas, what they talkin' bout
Fuck these bitches, what they talkin' bout
I don't even care about them
Cause i go away above the rim
If a nigga said
up
What the fuck we gotta do in our situation
Poor people always suffering in every single nation
Middle upper class sipping liquor from a glass
just wait
I took an L at top I was grinding nonstop
Couldn't tell me nothin I was crème of the crop
Surpassed Jay-Z didn't need a queen B
Made seven B's
Drama nigga B O B
We aint go no muthafuckin' where nigga
We was just getting ready to do it a
Motherfuckin' gain nigga Is you crazy
Yo Lou what it do
Jay
I say what I say is what I mean
I talk mo shit than Muhammed Ali
In a situation about makin my green
First impression nigga back down
That's how we do it, yeah, we got no filter in this bitch
Rappin' shit like I'm Jay Critch
Popping the percs feel the bliss
Getting these bitches don't
Yeah, DC stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye To The
The Roc is in the building
And as far as I'm concerned
We about to bring that
Now back around
Get signed by the pats
What's he gonna do? I don't know sexual assault perhaps
Hello my friends
Thought this was gonna be the end
But I
this for nothing don’t think we pretend
I get hype because I know that ima see them ends
That’s the backend by the way
Wake up and I’ll light a jay
Gotta
Bentley's, and Camaro's
Sendin' shots, unlimited
We ain't run out of ammo
You sayin' this you sayin' that
Bro what the fuck is up
You be talkin' way too much
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
of clean pistols to wash 'em out
I'm really finna give yo ass some hotter shit to talk about
The goons hit the room now you asking what's this all about
it!
Niggas got more important shit to deal with
Talkin' about some 4 wheel shit
But my man here is about to kill shit (Uh!)
Keep playin' niggas
from,
Think its a game we can take it to the guns
[Chorrus]
Born in the gutter, raised in the slums
I don't like talkin we can take it to the guns,
Got
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm
Know what time it is
We make timeless music only
Yo, yo (Heatmakerz)
Maybach music
Vacheron expensive as my time, nigga
Double M too big for
mouth, bitch
And Top Dawg can vouch, bitch, nigga
What you 'bout?
About face with army outfit's
The general's here
That mean the hustlers and the criminals
short ya'll distort this rapport
Going backwards, made in factories manufactured
Conveyer belt trying to wreck what we had set a standard
Call me mom,
DFB
What you call glass crack
Glass crack?
We the shit, so don't ask that
Young niggaz, worth about a mill
They don't like that
Hell naw, they
On the track DFB
What you call glass crack
Glass Crack?
We the shit, so don't ask that
Young niggaz, worth about a mill
They don't like that
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