Lyrics:
led wrong undercover cops got my nigga looking dead wrong all in that cell and I’m still yelling come home wishing this a movie fuck around and do a gun
I stay strapped in
Deal with the jealousy, bullshit, tryin to rush the stage
While I'm kickin a rhyme that's gonna get me paid
I got niggas who got
Not teaching em shit by living like that
No skills to use when gettin released
So unfortunately all them niggas coming back
So we gotta change and they
Haas
I been on my grind
I been that young nigga
They told nevermind
No rain check on me
And I'm never on time
All of the doubts it come with the clouds
how you rap like dat? Take a seat lil' nigga that's facts
Swagged up but you're wack like bruh
Like 'em traps nigga way by far
Feed now lil' nigga feed
guns get drawn and make niggas dis a peer
You're not about that action, figured
Run it back
Bang. pow. Poof. The punch line isss, guns get drawn,
places niggas can't go (pull up)
Trust my nigga, Melly, let that thang go (bow bow)
These rap niggas pussy, where'd your chain go?
These spots in
a lightyear
Gone for a minute? What the
Fuck is you talking bout
I was on TBP, what you
Ain’t heard about that, nigga?
Flew to LA and back, nigga
Crowded by
[Intro:]
They finna know us, (yeah)
(Huh?)
(What up, Noc?)
[Hook:]
They finna know us
Doors not suicide, but yeah nigga they go up
I been going
He be coping, smelling funky, something locks him trapped
Project Hope would not be going off the environment
Niggas hoping they gon' end up in
ain't no real nigga beef
Swear I gave her a chance now she trynna take pics of me
Girl I like how you smile you be havin' that pretty teeth
Prolly not up
laughs first, laughs least not last
And I'm that nigga who laughs last
Shittin' on a phonograph, my path
Miraculous like calculus, pass me the rock
bitch
That slob on my knob
And a daughter that love me
They all that I got
Not not not not to mention
That the streets love a nigga
And ya gal still on me
the dm
While I was grippin on her Butt
In high school I slipped up that baby ain't my son
Lil opp nigga not gripped up I'm finna catch me one
Sober I'm
niggas feelin me
Medical weed is healin me
Got more legs than a centipede
Sippin purp by da milliliter
Everything I do is fuckin psycho
And I saved a lotta
a lost
No discussion with y'all niggas I'm gone break y'all fucking jaw
I'm investigated by the feds I'm screaming fuck the law
And we took that nigga gun
much)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it
the crowd move, but we not makin' no G's, and that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from
but we not makin' no G's
And that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from Player's
the crowd move, but we not makin' no G's, and that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from
activates part of you that don't mo, move
You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue
Who only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x2)
We can do
and nigga Punchenella, punchenella
I urge to Rob, rob-a-Fella, rob-a-fella
*Break {Speaking}*
Ayo rob that fellow man
And give me his god damn jewelry
Damn Dee you mixed this
A yo Ram turn that up
What you cooking
That nigga Dee on the mix
You know that bitch going to hit
My hands in my pocket
I’m
and still grind like yo bitch when she throwed
I'm a make a nigga feel me when I'm on, I'm a
Make a nigga feel me when I'm on, I know they feel its not right
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