Lyrics:
neighborhoods
I never trust the joneses
Come up round my crib
And you get this big bone
Big bone
Put some pace in
In yo big rump
M mm mmm
Love the fragrance
ain't no hero, you all die
Don't need a double or fall guy
Hold a potato as big as the atlas
But my name is Hemo you small fry
Chop yo ass up like a sous
Check check, yeah!
Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
Yo yo, JT money, Sole!
Throw 'em up! Throw 'em up!
JT Money, Sole!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (who
superstars
No more pop off we play we got TV sterna's in the trunk
Rappin' ain't no fucking thang block burna big biggidy bang
Me and my guys be sellin' them
Oh my god, Truuu you get on my nerves
Wait hold up, what the fuck is this Hyperpop,
But you know Truuu gon' turn this to a hyperbop
Yo bitch goin'
, yo..
If school was pussy, I wouldn't miss a day
Big John Jay slay around the way, fish fillet
Taste the truth, ay' no more lies like
and they'll t-tell you the same
Yo what the deal Shock? (Love yo)
You know me, keepin they heels cocked
Still round cause I'm down, 400 lbs of steel
of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Kim is yo' flow hot?
know she leaving
By a next man buh she say she putting weave in
And her ex man steady trying give her semen
Das heart attack buss chest geh yo grieving
what we do like, it's real
(Yo) It's Rasket, shout out to all the mad dem
Yo, I'm reppin' I'm trying listen, yo (yo)
Sometimes I wake up wishing I
(None of it)
I don't give a shit (Nope)
I am from the hood (The hood)
I keep a clip (Bang bang)
I am from the hood (From the hood)
So I don't give
for the Shaolin crew
Black Fist, yo hit 'em wit a uppercut
[Chorus]
Heya heya heya, huh
Heya heya heya, huh
Heya heya heya, huh
Heya heya heya,
Last time I heard
yo, was gettin real friendly.
Belly to belly and
chest to chest
thigh by thigh
leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
your
like Belly starrin Al Pacino
You winin Grigio, Pino
Nigga give me the dough
The big bambino
Beat it from NY to Reno
Yo queen pussy Toledo cuz yo D
Look at my drip
Look at my splash
Just blew a bag
I'm popping tags
Ice on my neck shining lookin like glass
Big booty bitch let me hit from the back
my tire
Huh
Shot right through ya
Big boy with that chopper
I'm not tired
Where I'm from
We don't give up
Ah
Yo I'm on fire
Run around with
Number Nine wit' the Prada, but lately I been fuckin' wit the Rick Owens
I just took yo hoe what you gon' do bout it?
Can't fuck wit' none of y'all,
Karate chop
Split yo head like a cinder block
Ain't the type to rock the biggest watch
Spend it on
New rims for
My Audi to sit up on
Feel like Big
(nope)
Hold on until the end by any means
It's yo destiny (yup)
Stay serious
No need for enemies
Only kin to me (me)
And who next to me (me)
That's what it
a drive by, bitch i do walk bys (For real)
Yelling bye bye before i pull the trigger on the Tec (Baow)
Now yo bitch a widow (Ha)
Shit ima go and say hi
and a scar on my brain
I seen a gangster get killed by a lame
Throw life away tryna make you a name
Just stay in school boy you know you don't bang
Hopped off
bitches in the place need to bounce around
Make ya bounce around, I'll make ya bounce around
Shake yo titties and yo ass and bounce around
Just bounce
Yo, turn on the evening news, yo
(Which channel?)
They saying King Kong is back
(Word?)
I heard it on the radio early
(Shit, you turn it up)
dat, suck my big dick for that
Don't try to trap my rap 'cause yo I'm too quick for that
I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin
So if you didn't
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