Lyrics:
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea
life dangling from a rope boy
Cuz we coming from the land of no hope boy
But whatever, cuz wherever that I go boy
Lord knows, that I'll always be a Broke
Testin testin
It's game orienfested, size six-ex vested
K-Cizee.. JoJo... that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw
and Earl Stevens, a.k.a. Charlie Hustle
only really give a nigga half of a whole tip
(Voice Singer)
Broke boy what’s popping (deep voice)
And I was hopeless, I was like the feign that smoke
face
Broke Boy Blunts to my broke boy face
Swerving in the whip, got no license but I still do the race
Smoking by the pound, bitch I cannot feel my face
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
down, told him that I'm gettin' wild
Five, four, three, two, I'm starting now, watch me
Work it, work it down to the ground
Work it, work it down
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
for being broke is being in jail
An entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell
I'd rob ODB, but that'd be a waste of time
Probably have to clap
shit
Yeah
Fuck it man I'm gettin bands in this bitch
Y'all be on that broke boy If I'm a mad shit
Yeah
By God I don't hit that shit
But I might win some
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Being broke in this thing don't sit right
Do it for my folk, tryna get by
I came through the struggle with my head high
You being broke think you
open, boys stay woke, cause there's a reason Midwest never broke
They'll take you for all that you own, trust me I should know
Learned it from my bros,
(Hey) I took a couple of my dawgs on a lick
Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent (Survive)
I was so broke that I could cry, I was sick (Broke
Brrr! Get that money watch it fall to the ground
Get that money, can you count it by the pound
Get that money watch it fall to the ground, get that
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
That Nigga Ain’t Shit (TNAS)
Written by: Dwayne Baxter and Aftan Smith
Produced by: Nelson Bridges
I guess you thought that you was that nigga
I
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
you on down
It's time we make like we was making tracks for higher ground
I'm always taking chances and got me by on luck
One a few and lost a few,
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can
to the ground he had a stroke of 19 feet
Boy that's a long stroke. Wooo that's a long stroke
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