Lyrics:
bring a bag Ima make you kick push like Lupe. Lil n***as got opinions on the sideline. I’ma glide by em, moon walk like MJ.. We be off the wall wit it.
Disco tear the club up everybody stand up
Listen to Lil Jon when he tell you
Get your fucking hands up
Let's do it, do it -Instrumental-
We go from
South, Wednesday the 3rd, it's on
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows
him a snub
Lowkey, G to G
He could run wit ya
Lil nigga getting cold
& he don't give a fuck
Where ya from
Who ya wit
& What ya talking bout
15
Blue flag, steady dissin' his dead ass
Who died? I'm in love wit' her red ass
Grimy lil' nigga gone empty the whole mag
Such a slimy lil' nigga, in
this rifle
Bro get to sliding I’m sliding beside him
Who the hell said you could play wit my partners
Advise you to shoot the fuck out yo advisor
All
who, went to war wit me & my crew.
Gotti them niggas aint pimp like you, they aint real like you, they ain't trill like you.
They ain't sellin no
Tech
Just like brew
She gone cough on
That dick like the flu
Quarterback sack
Lil baby I threw it
I be hustling
Lil baby
You knew that
Took the bus wit
Dont you wanna
Talk about it a lil bit
Floss for a lil bit
'Cause i'm just getting right into the thick of it
Here's a story, guess who's telling it
necklace (They is)
You can tell that all of my diamonds precious
(They Is) pull up on me wit a diamond tester
(Pull up on me)
I can show you better than I
And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e
And Lil' Kim!
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't
That's why I fucks wit who I fuck wit if I dont fuck witcha den fuck you on dat fuck shit, and that can be harsh but overstand this if I dont fuck witcha
you messin' wit' me
But it won't be easy
To get my baby
[CHORUS]
You don't know who you messin' wit'
Sleeping with him like it's confident
I am
grind
And you got my back through whateva
Were you made by Leonardo da Vinci
You're a piece of art cause of your beauty
The perfect recipe
Amount
Whatever u pressing
Then u know I'm wit it
U know I'm wit u know I'm wit it
Fuxk all that talkin lil nigga let's get it
Nigga let's get nigga
it in her stomach, thats all/F*** who you listen to, they fabricate, this shit the truth/ ask ******** he had the phantom wit the missin roof/ had
Turn ya to a human lobster
You know I ain't wit da he and she say
Can't look in my eyes I know you a Snake
Ya sleep wit fishes get found by fisherman
lil game no mo
Green light gang you gotta go
I ain't gon play wit my bag no more
My focus on gettin mine you can't change my mind
I got you straight
Now ladies stand up
Or if you wit' me shake ya titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling
who, went to war wit me & my crew.
Gotti them niggas aint pimp like you, they aint real like you, they ain't trill like you.
They ain't sellin no
Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard Mutha fucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin
wit it i been getting to it .. up in killa city gotta keep a tool
Killer rules living by the streets barley any peace so we throw
Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come
really wit it
Pull out smith n wessons I pop you n then I ditch it
Pull up to the scene so clean n so ruthless
Lil baby who you know really do this
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