Lyrics:
Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,
Y'all niggas be scramblin gamblin, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,
We just sittin
Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
seen Titey get hit up in
Partyin' with the ladies I pull in Mercedes you know we gonna
BANG BIG SOUND
We kickin' it loud at 3 o'clock on the spot
Pouring liquor around we doin
While us MC's rap, doin' our thing
It's not singin', like it used to be
No, it's rappin' to the rhythm of the sure shot beat
It goes one for the money,
light
Kause we kno dat da ops tryin 2 spin
We kno theses niggas in trouble
If I keep on rappin I'm rockin shit more den band
I got rounds I'll pop but I
Two times for the drummer 'fore I start it I say
"Hit me!"
Puba's kickin' flavor, and I brought somebody with me
Positive, the gentlemen,
How do we prove it, If we keep on losin
Consistence is doin, Persistence is choosin
We gotta loose it
In the atmosphere, Our thoughts are actions
To get
what are we gonna do now)
I gotta watch who wit me, watch who pretty
Drop two-fitty on a hot new Bentley
But when it come to drops say he cop too many
and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out
Hey young world, one two, one two
Check it out y'all
Uh, Shadz of Lingo in the house
E Double's in the house with Def Squad
On the funky fresh
cock this back, that nigga better run
Dip
We Goin sell that good shit by the ton
Im the bakerman if you need a bun.
Waddup
High as I wanna be
I
this is my seriesI rap for my city
I'm doin this shit for the bag that be lookin' real pretty (yeah)
Rollin' through the city my zone on my bros
We get
bull, he movin' by the fifty (okay)
Of course we like us some freak bitches, this stick got a titty (freak)
Hall of fame slimes, bitch, we up there,
cracked the seal
Poured that shit out it was straight liquid
Had to get in my bag I done ran up my racks by the two
I just left out of blue flame i ain't
we doin'? Do you got a man?
Well he ain't here with you, let me take you by the hands
I'ma show you how I move, when I'm in my pants
Let me see how you
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
up like one hundred 'cause it's certain ('Cause it's certain)
That no one in the city doin' it how we doin'
They so asleep in owner's suite, we colder
really think they doin' somethin'
All I do is just sigh, like
I just rap for fun (for fun), yeah
You do this shit to get by (you a bum)
They like to talk
up like one hundred 'cause it's certain ('Cause it's certain)
That no one in the city doin' it how we doin'
They so asleep in owner's suite, we colder
It's one of the crazier stories we've heard of, guys (I know)
As it's unfolding it's like
Fuck Tory Lanez, okay? Now, I'm from Houston, and he's
Blodgett Hospital, uh
Momma workin' like a slave then she
Whip it in the kitchen
Puttin' chicken on a plate man
Told her we gone make it out cause
There's
fuckin' era
And you should just admit it
Can't nobody do it better
Gotta Hood by Air sweater, this shit is M3
And I'm in a M3 till
My nigga Benji's we
kaaman ch
No Lacks
Pith'an teh vaar ne
2 Stabs
By name mai haiga ya
Rose Flag
Mehnat kittiya
So Flex
Kudi'an nu kendaya
No Thanks
Money aa lakh'an ch
2
luck was tryna make sum big bucks
was doin whatever to get some money we aint give not one f*ck
Stayed down no matter what no we aint never give up
Yeah
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