Lyrics:
talking bout a wrench
i'm smoking zaza by the pound bitch this a real expensive stench
We pull up make it rain get caught outside nigga you gon get drenched
you round all the time
I'm talking shit
I need just a lil bit
All by lonely I'm on the grind
PIMP
Reppin the E
Let's take a selfie baby say cheese
I'm on a lick I triple plan
It's niggas in the mix who writing statements takin' stands
Got this shit from Nick, but I ain't into shakin' hands
Hit the strip in a fresh ass whip with them windows tint
Drive a foreign wheel expensive looking like I hit a lick
Know that lil niggas can't handle it
the motherfuckin G
to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho
I had to come up strong to get where I'm at
Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back
Cause it's like that, only way I know
How to play it, I'm all ready
Wanted by a triple murder by the Feds
So I'ma get me a brick, break it down to all
and gimi unu watch dem
gonna be drive by
gonna be a robbery
cause all my brothers on badness!
I’m in yard
In a yard
And it’s hard
To write bars
Coz I’m
on myself and my grind, assert my dominance
Keep my circle tight make you wish you were apart of it
Born in E-town I want to be like ecstasy in the nineties
The Matrix like Keanu Reeves
I’m a fucking angel fighting demons
Like it’s Constantine screaming
S-T-O-N-E, M-O-U-N-T, A-I-N
S-T-O-N-E, M-O-U-N-T, A-I-N
Hmmmmmmm cough BMD ,hmmmmmmm shiiis cough cough BMD
I call small her mighty she da feel it my big dick ,she call small but might i da give am with
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
ya
Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us
behind like a running back
Running a blitz buts it’s not for the quarterback
4 by 4 topping I spend for my middle man
Stacking the guap and it look like
clothes off
Can't keep my hands off, we lit
After kissing on your lips I start to slip down
In between your thighs, give it a licky lick
After you finish I
wanna rap though
Some see it as a quick lick
Just to get rich 'til they shit drop
Then they shit bricks and get dismissed
By some witless little critics
on a lick, cause I know you gon' bitch up
I did my time and stay solid, I'm back home
Shoes off Chanel and my shirt came from Vlone
If it's about bullshit,
had it up by my belt
In school was the loudest one of the belist
I would be by myself i was stuck in a cell
Look at the way that he shoutin at twelve
e-mail me send a picture
Gucci Mane, fuck ya girl, go get the pistol
Gucci Mane fucked the world, and its sister
Main bitch left me, I didn't even miss her
Fucking yo Bitch in night time
Send a addy it's a drive by
Fuck wit the gang
know we come with 5 guys
Should already know we sliding
Spinning
(Damn, Ben Marc shot this too?)
Cash rules everything around me
C.r.e.a.m., get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the money,
E dey do me like film
Everyday be like holiday
But still we no dey see
Don't put it on me
My dear
If I do you wrong make you no vex
There's so many
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
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