Hood Rockstars (feat. Jelly Gee, PoleTotin Jok & CJayy)
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And then I thought to myself, what if this was a movie F*ck you, f*ck the plane you flew in on F*ck them shoes, f*ck your socks with the bell on it F*ck your gay ass fairy faggot accent F*ck them cheap ass cigars F*ck your yuck mouth teeth F*ck your hair piece F*ck your chocolate F*ck Guy Ritchie F*ck Prince William F*ck the Queen This is America My president is black and my Lambo is blue, nigga Yeah, yeah I got Pac in the trap and I'm breaking it down Silencer on the glizzy, it won't make a sound If you get out ya top, you can hit with some rounds We killing this nigga, his brain's on the ground Let me know what you need, we got dope by the pound This nigga got crossed and lost and found Bitch, I got the sauce, better pray you don't drown And I'm with the gang, we flying around I'm the king of my city, think I need a crown And if that nigga blink, I'm sending a round If he say what's up, I'm knocking him down He not gon' say what's up, that nigga a clown If he get outta line, he get knocked outta bound And if he bring his gang, I'm sending the hounds I'm sending the hounds, you know we on go You know I'm on go, I'm upin the smoke If he up in the smoke, I'm letting it blow You letting it blow, I'm loading the pole You loading the pole, I'm taking his soul You taking his soul, I'm killing this fool I'm totin on the pole, I feel like I'm Jok You feeling like Jok, I'm feeling like kobe I be teed with my niggas when we on the road And I'm with my twin, that nigga the goat Move, bitch, I got the stick now Hard as a rock, but it's cold, but it's blipped down Don't try to move, grab his mail, I'm like sit down Bust through the crib, punch his teeth like a big bust Saw that shit, now he bitch up I'm in the cut like I'm scissors Block a bitch call, and I switch up I cut his frame, he a picture Don't bitch shit out from a distance Make him go up like a hiccup F*ck you, bitch, take some of my dick up I shoot his throat, tell him pick up Boo, boo, boo, calling your bitch up Throw me that puss like a clitor Joe f*ck a thumb in the whipper And my pockets fat like a hippo My pockets fat like I'm Lizzo I'm a pole toter, I feel like I'm Blicko Slide in her DM's and her with the Yizzo Yeah, I keep a choppa', you know it's a Glico You know it's a Glico, my twin is on Gizo We gon' pull up and send shots through your window Shots through your window, you better get low I'm smokin' on gas, I'm callin' a sicko They lovin' our tracks, they say it's the shit though You can come to the trap, but you ain't gettin' in though If they come, man, I'ma shoot up this bitch, bro See, I go by Lil CJ, I ain't never been a bitch If a nigga run up, he get hit with a stick And I'm talkin' bout money, I'm tryna get rich Niggas be hatin', they all on my dick See, I came up from now, and now I pop the pistol Now a young nigga ballin', ballin' like it's pistol Put some racks on his head, now his pussy has missiles Why these niggas be internet You do not mention me, I never heard of you We flip your top just like a convertible I bring it packed, and I pop a purple too We take his head off, leave it slanted Vertical You can get murked too I have some killers come search for you Bullets hit him, he need surgery Wipe his nerves like a tissue Have your whole family miss you Momma keep sayin' do the dishes I'm like, mom, f*ck the dishes Man, I'm up up in the streets Tryna get it with my niggas Four, five, six bullets hit up his spine now He kept on talkin', so he gotta die now Bro got a charge now, he facin' time now He got pulled over, they caught him with knifes Until you come home, I'ma always hold it down F*ck with us, bitch, it's straight from the gun now Bitch, I got the sauce, better pray you don't drown And I'm with the gang, we flyin' around I'm the king of my city think I need a crown And if that nigga blink, I'm sendin' him rounds If he say, what's up, I'm knockin' him down Not gon' say, what's up, that nigga a clown If he get outta the line, he get knocked outta bounds And if he bring his gang, I'm sendin' the hounds
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