Die Bout It

Till a patted wagon pull up and coffles my My pants second I'm double cup South side hustle inside Hustle outside I don't give a fuck I might be up you won't get it up You won't show dice with a deuce at me In the club are like 30 bands Going hard till I prove something Going lie on him he vibes on him Niggas lie up on it I'm fly up on him My lid niggas on my corner They rap too they trap too Pull up all day you know the roll way With a road play bap bap you Beat so unbrand just call me Uptown beveling Jerry look at my Brother's spike no talking Bring alders on pass by your house 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 it Pull the years in rap person got in the game All the more I'm dullin Bitch you know I'm bulking Lay us all late Slip my feeling like solider She thinking she special Paid her told her get the step and recall it I ain't got shit to do but cook her like I was from the jail These niggas lying in their rhyme You can stop pretending My past sagging in this bitch Don't give a fuck who feel me And if you disrespect me nigga You gonna have to kill me Bitch Imma die about it Nigga Imma die about it I'm form where niggas get it on We don't cry about it You say our nigga disrespect you Nigga write about it I know some pussy nigga scared Probably ripe off it I get thrown water at the end of my show Catch him on the rebound I wanna see if gon catch what I throw Look 20 bands, 30 bands, 40bands, 50bands Get 'em captured, get 'em splattered All in traffic, bout that action Yes - Up there, up there, up there Did a shut up, give a fuck there We'll come up there Niggas from where I come up at Taught to up that Shoot to kill, don't discuss that Done that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Breath easy, this street sweeper go "Hree-hree!" And delete people Taking pictures all in front my car, is like dick-puller I mean meat beater, I met your mom, you had a good life I fuck with your dog, I don't fuck with you As soon as that nigga went to jail you start doin shit that a busta do You don't know how to keep it street - reason why? You not a street nigga, My uncle, mama, grandmother, thuggin Grew up in the street, real street nigga Not a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgusting You look ugly, black, dirty, dusty, dingy Pockets empty, mouth look like a place a toothbrush never entered Young Get 'Em I ain't got shit to do but cook her like I was from the jail These niggas lying in their rhyme You can stop pretending My past sagging in this bitch Don't give a fuck who feel me And if you disrespect me nigga You gonna have to kill me Bitch Imma die about it Nigga Imma die about it I'm form where niggas get it on We don't cry about it You say our nigga disrespect you Nigga write about it I know some pussy nigga scared Probably ripe off it Me a stroke and a car by myself You know we just there holding in Me a stroke and a car by myself You know we just there holding in You know nigga I was telling it was nothing So now I say my sidling bitch You know you whole move by yourself I hold the entourage into yearn That's a sign of weakness You know a real Vic will sit back and look at niggas That look like weakness I ain't taking no distrust Nigga man I'm just staying on fate Nigga I keep the street I talk about Nigga caught feelings What a bitch would do I keep her so Just know that what you do a bitch Go do what you want to Use a renegade The worst thing you can get in a nigga hard bitch Is rejection And the hoes love attention You ain't got to have a pussy to be a hoe A hoe is just somebody that want attention from another man Nigga a lot of hoes with dicks out here Right now you know me Keep that thing all the way street Nigga I'll be listening to these niggas talk my game Grinding in shining grinding in Kevin Gates for president all the way