Lyrics:
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
cold outside)
(Open up, I need help) Can anyone hear me?
(Open up, can you hear me?)Can anyone hear me? (Aahhh)
I been fighting these challenges by
Twisted Tea's, right along the sea
We would get the shit by any means
We be acting like some V.I.P.'s, that's just how it be
Looking at the ocean smoking
mind
We was down and out
Now we doing fine
Tell me is you mine
You know I'm living a hell of a life
Need you by my side
Baby is you down the ride
Kept
night
Let me tell you, a bunch of if, and's and mics
Billboard charts, Source ads and mics
And if I say so myself, goddamn, we tight
Fuck bein'
fair, we ain't playin' by the rules
Shout out Big Jo, and they all know Mike Shout out to Tyler, yeah, you know he got
Me right Shout out to Peezyy,
my soul left
If you got some P's without peace
Then your broke dead ends hot with this cold stress
Gods got that real test yeah I'm from that one seven
Wait one second leme spark this youth
Nah wait he's hench let me spud this youth
Roll up calm on the 182
But if my P's calm then I'm catching tube
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
for me
Promise you don’t want no smoke with me
Extended clip, hold a 40 piece
Make a nigga do the shoulder lean
Got the plug for the lowest P’s
I could
Yo rock, cue me in
We, got, that, funk
Murray's, packed, with funk (you need to know)
We, got, the funk for yo' ass (let's go)
[Keith Murray]
whatever" pugh
P-P-P-P-Pussy
Can’t a muthafucka tell me what
The fuck is cookin’, uh huh
I’m whoopin’, whoopin’ up the nookie uh huh
You pussy, you
mountain biker
Typhoon snow boarder
We do it all this year
A new chapter's born
The Brothers McBane
Are the riders of the storm
[Chester P Hackenbush]
You
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
To the V.I.P. Where we proceed to give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me
Throw your hands up if you feel me
'Cause we well designed, like
And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher
But we thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me nigga, this is
don't run me, okay?
I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up nigga?)
(What the fuck's wrong with you?) Man
Yo, nigga, what's happening fool?
You
don't run me, okay?
I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up nigga?)
(What the fuck's wrong with you?) Man
Yo, nigga, what's happening fool?
You
the original
More like seniority
Hang you by threads
This is embroidery
I know there’s more for me
Fuck the majority
This here is quality
Okt be recording me
basic that's just something you should know
Jonny They been sleeping on me
Well it's time to wake up
Roll another blunt bout to fog this bitch up
Prez P
you'll remember me
Remember me
Either way you'll remember me
And I know you're down to ride
That's why I need you by my side
Either way you'll remember me
n***** shook up
Police got to search we make
It hard for them to cook us
Go and get that bag all by
Ourselves we gotta push us
B O A B E N T you n*****
(Broke boy! Broke boy!)
I got dogs who laying in the dirt (R.I.P.)
You fuck with me, I promise you gon get the work (Yeah yeah)
God knows I ain't leaving
girl wanted the Cayenne I Porsched 'em
(Little bitch)
This is all part of the plot
Fuck your TikTok can't you see the wrist watch
You don't wanna see me
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