Lyrics:
think
When I drive by u can miss it if you blink
It’s not my fault your bitch like me
She like how I look when I wear a white T
I might just go and pour
but I beat up the block
Yellow tape and white chalk
We going creep on a opp
All our targets get touched we going reach all our opps
I'm riding a Honda I
thank god cause I didn't Get Jack for my whip
And I ain't even had to reach For My hip no set trippin' today
I got Hug By a crip by a crip
What can I say
It's in my roots, it's in my roots
I'ma splurge on some jewels, I don't live by the rules nah
I done told you a million times, that a young nigga
power, all the women'll flock while all the guys rocks, when it's on your box
It gained us a much bigger reputation than the White Sox
You may ask yourself
now it's time
For us to stand up and say
You know what
We gon take it too
By any means necessary
You want us to be focused on the bigger tasks
Here it
stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the ceilin
See there aint enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown/throw down
Your best style i'll bust
makin' enough in the club
Come and fuck with a (p-pimp like me)
What, I can tell how you jack, and you juke, you could be
From the Chi, by the way you
makin' enough in the club
Come and fuck with a (p-pimp like me)
What, I can tell how you jack, and you juke, you could be
From the Chi, by the way you
got ice on your grill, gotta be caution neck gon be ill
I'm the illest, room gon chill, dripping like water, you dripping like nil
Flowing like Nile,
Live and direct from the eastside
Had to fight for respec' in my Levis
Line in my head like Leroy
Used to ride through the ends like Levi
White girl
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
the fuck are you
I see big benzes riding like nigga move
Your career's still on 10, I’m on 22
My goons big in your hood carry bigger tools
Type of kick that
dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks
Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.
Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife
line go flat
In that ash-gray Beamer we'll be callin' that the pigeon coupe
Jack knife bitches to the couches in they living rooms
Ask who the best
way
Listen, I say whatever I want when
I’m in my room just rapping
In a minute I’ll get back
To this school stuff, just snapping
Homie, what you wanna
never seen it
Unlike the elephants we won't let you ignore
Like arenas full of white
Kids all singing along
Make convos in the green room
Filled with
video
White diamonds, red rubies, blue baguettes, I don't know
Shorty, when the next time I'ma be up in your bed
I love you? you love me?
Well go head
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
your phone up
Don’t talk back because when I’m on the track I’m better so you better own up
You think you’re a mighty eagle
Your ego is bigger than every
LIGHTS ON THE WALL MAKE THE SHADOWS BIGGER, WINDOWS FOGGED UP AS THE CANDLE LIGHTS FLICKER.
HOOK - BABY I KNOW YOU LOVE ME, EVERY TIME YOU SEE ME, YOU
cuz were out here River Boyzing
White Claws and volleyball Venmo eighty dollars
Hands up if your dick is small and your muscles are bigger than Connor's
All this talk bout being Bae bitch I had to swerve you
I had yo' bitch all night she ain't got no curfew
This a Off-White Tee an it's made by Virgil
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