Lyrics:
nigga ass, he don't got a thot
Bitch you better be careful, lil boy got a glock
Can't even articulate a motherfucking sentence
Yet they be weak, no ego,
of 'em)
I don't fuck with lame niggas
I don't got none with me (Lame-ass)
I just got a pocket full of hundreds
Ain't no ones with me (Ain't no ones)
With
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL!
his hand
But the shot he aint take it
Back of his mind
Guess he rather be a sayin
Boy you better shoot first
For yo ass be decaying
Put a nigga inn
on the corner selling cock (selling cock)
And the game that we go don't stop (don't stop)
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup)
And you
Most of our people are
Comfortable
Dey kan't see past da trap
Life ain't no game nigga
My Bruh got shot by sum gang banggahz
I done been on da
tellin' (ah)
Look at these niggas every time, niggas still tellin'
Ass up, face down (face down, face down)
Yes, a-a-ass up, face down (face down, face
Break bad, make up, then do it again
These hoes ain't got no feelin's
Hoes prayin' for chillin's (children)
By a young balla nigga that they think got
of Cain
Then drape you in pearls
You my special lil world
Lil afro with the doe eyes
Lashed to make a nigga's toes curl
You my favorite lil minx with yo
traffic, a classic,
Puttin' you bitch ass niggas in caskets [you lil' bastards]
Don't know this rap shit, get this:
My family is ready to lynch, and roll
the M.O.P. shit bangin
Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that
You see I really meant that, for the memories I left back
Lil Fame never was a shady ass
Thug
And I Only Trust Her Fuck It Its Said And Its Done
I know how i treated the last
I cant do that shit again my friend
I been on yo ass since 7th
When it rains man it storms you better just get gun
You rapping bodies and spinning you lying lil nigga go get you some
And I got a bigger gun and I
that dusse then we might sip Bacardi
You want some smoke so why your pussy ass ain't get it started?
Bitch, my chopper special ed, that lil' bitch shoot
in the car, hop up out that nigga
'cause we about the figgas
Still about the triggas
To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut
Lil' quiet ass
She a
Jack
Booted
Thug
Ya that
Bih
Rockin
Knee highs
He say he love her
Can't live without her
Ya my nigga
I can
See why
I can
See why
I can
See why
we gonna ride
Hit a couple drive-by's tonight dropping bombs (Whoa)
Show these niggas who's boss
Prove em that they tried its a clear loss
It be
Plus we gotta a lil time
Wine and dine
Ima Don
And real player niggas
Take jawns to CU-BANS
Cuban Pete's
I got coconut fish
We done spiked the sangria
years old
A lil' skinny muthafucka packin guns fuck a toy
Nigga, I'm just a lil' ghetto boy
[Chorus: x4]
[Mac]
I'm just a ghetto boy, uptown
to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some
4 she get pregnant by the sack now take yo weak ass on and remember Corro taught dat BITCH
Say lil mamma I see you working let me see what you doin
that I don't be shooting, but,lil mama I'm still a thug
You come around me and I act like boosie, make you throw it up
I've been on my grind, I ain't
my knife'll have your ass
Seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point
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