Lyrics:
To each his own, I'ma have this known from the door
I make niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score game down the block, for me it's hip-hop
Around
To each his own, I'ma have this known from the door
I make niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score game down the block, for me it's hip-hop
Around
a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
Me
a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
Me
they want the smoke? Let’s hotbox, and close the sunroof
I tell you dogs to shut up, hush puppy, soul food
Can’t control me, hit control z but you can’t
that I refuse to offer
Tryna put me in the mix of they petty drama
Down the dollar if you want to be a top can't follow
Only reason they guh'head I'm
cash digitally
Stop it clone, you can't be me
Stop it clone, you can't be me
I make my cash, low low
An open verse, no no
I fucked that bitch, go go
I got juice but I can't stop no ocean liner baby!
I'm down with you baby I'm there
Man don't miss this it's gonna be FABULOUS
We ghetto
a hobby I stay with sticks like a piñata
Yes I'm pulling up with Shotters make you sing like it's an opera
I can't stop pouring drank
I fell in love with
wasn't meant to run shit
I'm out the mix you ain't observe word these niggas crunchy
We make flock we don't stop what you think
My brodie got a new link
to the sound of the gun shots
Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
Block party departed, somebody got bodied
Right before I snatch this little number
havin'
Battles in the back street
Now I got a rap sheet
For flowin' over rap beats
Plus my back seat has New York's finest
So you can't tell me nothin'
the show
(A-rock on, a-rock on, a-rock on, a-rock on)
F-U T-U-R-A
Shockin' the rhyme until the break of day
Check me out, and ya don't stop (Fab 5)
Fab
like yeah she got thick thighs
Y'all can't have my bag cuz I'm in mine
I be smoking I be toking I be rolling the potent
I'm like MK show me my opponent
lil shit for a minute
When I first hit the club
They didn't know who I was
Now I peep all them boys in my mentions
If they throw me some racks imma
the treasury bond
When I roll dice just respect my arm
You can't put me on the level
'Cause I'm level beyond
[Chorus]
It don't matter what you do to me
I be up all night
I swear it be so hard to get my mind right
I'm trying to stop living reckless
By looking for a fight
Nicotine is all I got
So imma
back then but now they really need me
And if you trying to work then you know I'm really taxing
Won't stop until I get enough like Michael Jackson
Can't
phone as you're calling me
Blacked out in the club with some booze and weed
Put my heart in a bag it's a robbery
Girl I can't really run when you're
Riding in the truck
And you know I got the blick
Running tinted windows
Smoke up in the fuckin mix
Catch me smoking indo
Out the dow in benz
Smoking
up, gotta make me a pit stop
Pull up on the plug and I told his ass nigga, I need me a big block
It ain't bout the drip, lil' nigga, I be pullin' these
"The Fight Club" scratched
I paint pictures with my scriptures
it grabs ya and it grips ya
and takes ya on adventures to dimensions I can't
even
can't stop but just lost some habit
I'm a fuckin' acrobatic, and it's V12 automatic
Turnin' up, I'm goin' savage I'm battin' clean up for the statics
If
the hydrant
So you can't put your burnin' furniture out (oh my God, oh my God)
I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix up lyrics
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