Lyrics:
the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, poor thieves, gangsters, and thugs
Two hood rats were scrappin' over who knows what
The loudmouth one
a couple bucks (what?)
Hatin'-ass hoes mad 'cause a bitch cuffed (ah)
I got a rap nigga with money like the Bucks (what?)
Who want static with it? Who
and the boy turned Christian (well, damn)
These niggas be hoes and get treated just like some bitches
How niggas gettin' extorted when y'all niggas got got
appreciated, but not by the girls who tellin’ me that I’ll make it
But by my closest niggas who talk real but they fake it
I’m unappreciated, everything you hear
I'll ride for my niggas
(How many niggas want in)
Thirty-six niggas want in (want in)
Ten niggas getting them chips (ten niggas getting them chips)
I swea the case closed
That nigga stunning in front them hoes that nigga smoking that mo
He send a threat we pulling up and send some shots at yo door
freeze
Get on you knees
In your pockets with ease
These niggas real G's
Nigga from that block
Birds by the flock
Ppl call the cops
My mama want me
What other nigga you know in da city
Kicking that shit like it's karate?
What other nigga you know in da trap
Stretching the pack like its pilates?
Its rone
You know i keep it on me every where i go
I got it
I don't trust these niggas i don't trust these hoes
For real
It's all about the money you
these niggas like to talk i really find it funny
talk on the pillow wit hoes, that's gon get him exposed, im gone dive to the side when a nigga shoot back
I’m ridin round
We be blowin by the pound y’all be blowin niggas down
Hit you in yo shit for all that dick suckin
Niggas say they hittin shit but never
flat
Member I was all alone sleeping in bandos nigga thuggin it by the tracks
They had did me wrong
But Shit it’s Straight your secrets safe with me
Been a punk
Punch a nigga
Down til he get up
Like he drunk
Fucc her
Beat up
Make her walk
Like she drunk
Use 2 by Reggie
From lunch
Now I'm
I'm stuck in maze
They fucking and slapping my dick her face
No loving these hoes ain't no way I would save em
They running my lap on these nigga they
was getting inside
I won't tell that nigga shit cause he ain't killing the vibe
But if he riding by her house I give her dick in the ride
Why these
on the leaves)
Them hoes used to be saints, they all sluts now
Nigga ran up, think it's sweet, he get punched down
Shot up his crew, no more foes, it ain't fun
what I been doing
Surrounding by these hoes
I been running through em
I jumped in this fast life
Just to get my bag right
Why they always talking
About
he touch n go
Touchin' so much bread, you'd think a nigga workin' bimbo
Mama knew I'd be a problem, she was right, I been baggin hoes
She said she
Need that all black rose, suicide doors
Niggas hoes need the Richard a Millie rose gold
If a nigga play, send his ass to the crossroads
Lord knows
Ha ha,
on none
Stop talkin' about it, you got bitches on IG, nigga, you get no hoes
Y'all niggas ain't on shit, nigga, y'all pussy on go
And your bitch was slurpin
this creation
I'm tryna make this fuckin' money, niggas dedicated
Time after time, I've been stabbed in my back
By these fake ass, wanna be niggas who
I did it on 'em (so I did it on 'em)
And hoes gon' be hoes, I ain't trippin' on 'em (I ain't trippin' on 'em)
Niggas dyin' to beat me, so I'm livin'
niggas'll dump a clip
We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
You
niggas'll dump a clip
We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
You
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