Lyrics:
I lost my brother bitch I ain't friendly
My lil shooter came to drill ya in a civic
Pour some more mud if your cup a lil empty
I know a lil thang
Brrt, brrt
Ayy, let's go
Let's go, let's go
I'm slidin' everyday tryna get me a drop (brrt)
And put somethin' on the news, heard a nigga be
Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't
years older and my game is harder
I'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil nigga listen
Before you grab the mic
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm
If you my nigga you my nigga then, twin
Thick or thin, I was a kid when my brother went in
Now your lil' brudda
Chorus: Lil' Romeo (repeat 2x)
I wish I was tall like you
I wish I could ball like you, like you
You know I like to walk like you, like you
That's
paper right, nigga
That's the point of me existing
'Member back then, probably two years ago
No pot to piss in
Ten times ten, then go triple
Up on them
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
(D-D-D-DJ FMCT)
I'm like two for three tonight
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
I'm different
Me, I'ma grow up a dog
Go through Securus, I slow up the call
strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I
strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I
a million
Niggas are wack & their fake
& their jake & their snakes
Phonies, baloney's, who rob to get folded
Niggas who hate by the race, split up race
Keep
Black Child
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all don't know me?
Let me tell you a lil' something about me
How I came up
Where I came from
Produced by: yz虎
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Yeah, aye
Count one two
Shit got intense like World War II, yeah
Runnin’ ‘round lions and tigers
(Verse 1)
Everyday I get up and go construction work tryna dig out the hole
Multiply by 10 addition too slow
If I shoot my shot and miss then I
Lost it need to see action ain't bout no talking
I just made about quarter milli by when I walked in
Stop it keep me two audibles in my pocket
If my
You can't even be my number two
Or third place
They be looking up to others
I can't say that I relate
You could never be me
I just had to set the record
bitches workin' (yeah)
Pocket watchin' bitches, they do the worst (uh-uh)
I got some bitches who ready for the gangsta shit
Swear to God lil' mama ain't
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
somethin', I ain't
Hatin' on no nigga, I'm gon' go get it
Got two thirties for a fifty
That's how low he fuckin' with me
I go back to the basics, ain't shit
out here sipping Yoshi, okay
Green Goblin fuck dawg
Two hunnid dollars'll have the
Fiends rob him unky got that one dog in
It ain't no leash on him
Whip
somethin would ruin it?
Bust this, I had a girl willin
I was too, but Jimmy was chillin
Man, I mean this girl was sweaty and wet
But lil' JT just wouldn't
Two drink, cave in
Two blunt, ease up
Booyah, leaves up
Who care? Who there?
Do what? Wake up
The hell, happened
We want, hands up
Pay you, dare
Choppa propeller knock down houses and trees
Ball every day like i carry my team
N***** try to rob it's a stick and a beam
Bad lil vibe she was out of my
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