Lyrics:
need a 100 grand multiply that by a 100 grand, ain't bout the money man I still do it cuz I love it fam house on the hills from this skill talent I
can call me arrogant if that's gon' help love
But if you trying to knock me down, your demolitions failed, bruv
You better shine on 'em baby, you
Ride the par right from the start
So when I reach back hold left in your chest
By my hind I'm feeling like a
Green ranger once or gone
(Somebody won't
Lets get it lets get it lets go
We making plays at the store
Pull up and drop off a load or dress up and get at your hoe(I get at ya hoe)
Watch how i
you fight it (yah)
Put one on your tongue
Oh yeah get excited (pop it, pop it)
All we do is drugs
Fuck the love yeah
I can get you right
By
With smoke so thick it'll burn your eyes
Oh oh, my sweet Lord I'll warn ya
Fall in love with an angel
You'll end up in California
High tide I felt
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
of the light
Weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the fuck them clowns at kickin' the dough for the pussy by the hour
Where the them hoers at get your
with a price tag and a barcode
Still love you when we part though
Blame me like it's my fault
Still o-, still okay
Walk around like your heart cold
sneaking up
I cant trust no soul if I cant see them huh
Im trynna do better get my riches for my youngins huh
But it seem im getting dragged by my loved ones
you on your Love & Hip Hop, Mendecees
"F-f-f-f-fuck these petty niggas" is a bitch motto
If I say it on wax, every bitch follow
If I'm sipping in
your partners better scatter bitch
so motherfucker now you know I'm from the O
got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row
so think
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
don't need to know the shit we doing exists
All I hear is stories around my city
They don't show no love
If he yo ex I'm a pop him like wheelies
You bet
know if my girls
Going wild or going stupid
My bars better that yours
And I'm gon' prove it
And put pressure on every nigga doing music
Coz I been doing
ass'll get shot
If rap was an actual Glock, you'd act like you're strapped when you're not
Only cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop
You
me
Wartime, I be out there every time them niggas call for me
I see my pops saved by the cops
Swear to God, that shit was hard for me
Asking "If I
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes.
If you a thug, you better get ready for war.
If you a hustla, make your dough.
If you a gansta, let your
We're on time borrowed
Never promised tomorrow (Don't waste it)
Dreams I follow
Can't see shine nine spits hollows (Pop pop pop)
Corner stories
Yeah, She pop a titty when I'm trying to tell her I finna leave
I'm on that drank and molly
I feel better hey what's up
I pray you're resting easy pop
I just want you know that I love you so much
And miss you dearly
I wish I could see your face right now
But I know
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