Lyrics:
Fuck the rap game, I wanna get it like G
Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E
Think I'm goin' back but free my nigga Lump
Me and Gunna, 9th
[Chorus: x2]
I come through in somethin real foolish
And they like, boy you a fool with it
And he like, boy you a fool with it
And she like, boy
[Chorus: x2]
I come through in somethin real foolish
And they like, boy you a fool with it
And he like, boy you a fool with it
And she like, boy
Dontsleep, wake your ass up
You blinded by misdirection
You pussies all flop like a failed erection,
When I drop 40 with my Smithen-Wessen
Man I move
beat faster just hearin' the truth (have your heart beat, nigga)
I stick my .40 out the window while I'm steerin' the coupe (uh huh)
We pull up to your
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull
SPM feat. Grimm & Ikeman
[dialogue between Ikeman and Grimm]
ike how long i been doin this here
man at least ten strong for sure
ten strong... thats
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
I guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzin
I couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib?
Got the 20 sack
[Chorus]
Together we're coolin', the mic we're rulin'
Suckers we're schoolin', you better stop booin'
Skill trade (we know what we doin')
My
higher than heaven
One-track minded, blinded by the game and quick change
Not knowin across the way-way niggas were doin big thangs
And it's a shame, cause
and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me
They straight cut for me
Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E
cousin Rick and Snoop
Tai cousin Soopafly, Big Style, E and Hershey, too
Cruisin' up, bruisin' up fools, don't understand my thing
Come around here,
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40
I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
on Instagram Live
Screen record him
Jugged a fat nigga from Cali
And he look like E-40
You at the gas station scraping
Up change for your 40
It costs fifty
gel up, when I swell up, spark the el up
By the way troop -- oops, I feel a new style developing
So safety stellar, I'm not the Baby Bubba
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha
I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his
a gangsta
Disrespectin the mob I gotta bang ya
An everyday, cituation when I was caught by
Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin walk by
When the G to the A-M-E
And actin' a fool
I was that kid never doing
Good at
Nothing except for maybe
At P.E.
And I was that kid getting
Bullied by the
Filipinos rollin with
(they call me a savage)
I be doin' damage (i be doin' damage)
Smokin' with your bitch (smokin', smokin', smokin')
Posin' for the camera, I look like
check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
Chorus One: Jay-Z
We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big
'Put yo TITTIES on the glass'
This is like a pick-up line:
'How you doin?
I was wonderin, could you put yo BIG FUCKIN TITTIES on the glass?'
'No, I don't
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