Lyrics:
Wants the Jays before they drop
Wants the chain with all the rocks
Wanna do your thang so they can know your name up in the spot
Get it all and then you
On the hush when I keep it on the crawl
(Want a little something?)
I got something for all ya'll
I can get it if you wanna go get it
What about yo game
I can
myself and they resent that
Here we go (let's go)
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door (door)
Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor (woo)
Arm
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
Nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to cock it back and make you shake
Symbol feeling like August
Pulling up on murder street
My uncle's clutching revolvers
Hear anything about how this feel
You play with that I'll be off
now we just leanin
And we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene
Just got some drank from that boy with that bird
And you know we just hooked up
what you tellin' me?
Get your drink on, throw you mink on
Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what I'm talkin' bout
I got ya deep deep down inside
always had talent that teachers never saw inside us
Catering to Caucasians we was never minded
I found peace in my potnas, NFL United
Went and got it
become so damn obnoxious
Put your hands up if you got it
Get you high and get you hired baby that's what you call boss shit
All I, all I really need
All
of both of em im ready to hit
She not by herself
She came with a clique
Them bitches a gang gang gang gang and they with the shit
Dats that luhbootygang
Georgia nigga
Down by law is you a pussy or a soldier nigga?
Trap scroll same thang,
Street shit gang gang
Real niggaz make da world small,
We on da same
the next afternoon
Pitts that chico from the bottom
that's about to take over the rap game thats if they allow him
You know the city of Miami got
I've done some dumb shit, and I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But
I've done some dumb shit, and I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But
a thang
Black trucks, rollin' on triple-gold Ds
Rydas....for life....bitch
(Foe Foe)
Skrillas for rilla, money's everythang
Smack you an yo' bitch for
Oh shit it got me in the mood
I might have to put this thang on you, girl what it do!
Shawty say she want a fresh young negro
Flyer than ya favorite
everythang changed
Guess they waiting for me to do the same
That ain't my aim
This 1ne of them thang thang thangz thangz
This the 1ne you play before the game
Told you we'd be coming right back
Had to take our time on that
Stepped into the fire
But we never got burned
We only been getting finer
Them heads they
In that fast lane
Let my chain swang
The blue and the green is the same Thang
N I'm posted on that corner wit that Thang thang
N you can't come
you can find me with the finest hoes
Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice, man
This whole game
You know
So lame
Your flow game
Has no flame
Its cold
Every time I see a rapper walk by
Chin high
Thinking that he so damn fly
And he be
on me?"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Tattooed Def Jam under your wing like that
What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth
Glad
ball, I pray to God he goes pro
And Gary Jr. gettin' bigger, I just thought I'd let you know
That the family's okay, every thang's cool and straight
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