Lyrics:
still here for?
I got the bandwagons stuffed and the bus can't go
Niggas still signing deals like fuck Django
Chained by a mindset on a small bag, you
Jon close by too
Right about now
I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up
(Everybody get your hands up)
And wherever the fuck you from
to sleep, we stay on the damn Creek
In the club we be VIP, you trying to be like me
You want to fucking swing, but you got chaired by security
[Verse 4]
I'm
How come I can't do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come? Tryna get this skraight
No damn hot comb through how come, how come?
Weavin' through
elevate (anyway)
They tryna really really trick me off the streets
They tryna give me a murder case
All these lil' fuck niggas irritate
Shoot one these
the light turned down and the beat down low
.40 cal's and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
'Cause you can cancel
want I want girl I want you close
Just a lil closer
Just a lil closer
Just a lil closer
Let me love
All yo flaws and insecurities
Take my hand let me be
Taking your shorty now you mad as fuck
Just like Lil Jon I turn down for what
Causing some chaos I'm running a muck
I am so sorry are you down on your
shit is what it seems
I feel like I'm J Campbell in 2015
Jon Jon you gotta stand up
Fuck that talking gotta man up
You gotta grow it's time to prosper
paying bills
Fo realll, by our God damn selves
Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Uh! uh! some more,
ain’t worried bout you niggas
I’m worried bout cash flow
You niggas is lil Jon
yo bag said get low
Told these niggas get right
like my name is JLo
These
to daddy when I pull up
Dollars blowing from the hookah
My shirt made by medusa
She wanna fuck on this ruler
Show me you down
When I come around
I came
Know what the fuck goin' on
417, nigga, fuck your team nigga
Big 417, LongLive Melo, LongLive Jon, MeloMode, come on
How you tryna beef with us, but
Damn now I'm back to work
No gun or baton just security stitched on my shirt
Working for the man
But the man pay consistent checks
Spent the whole
Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
Boy just say picture me grapin'
Ayy
Ayy
Oh, they gon' fuck on with this right now
Ayy,
you still beneath like your name is Lannister I'm fucking (Jon) snow
Who the fuck are you?
Credits go to the fake places
Not controlled by a fucking
sticky by the sto'
I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe
Fuck dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop
"American Pie" nigga, hit your momma like
more money than a lil' bit
But I really love that shit, I love that shit
Yeah, thick bitch, wit a drive to fuck
Get her off in the truck and she bound
you already knew it
You fuck as me, you fuck as us and we twice and fuck as you
Security started movin through the middle of the crowd
Only if he got
that blue, acting a fool with the rest of my crew
My brothers from the D yea we do what we do (Jon) Ayyreny yeah he going up too
How could you fuck
fuck it we just had popped up
My earrings was blinging, these lights was driving my watch nuts
Haters I just mug 'em,
Real niggas get dapped up,
Get them meds in
Ima knock his head in
Ron Jon rondo from the three point knock his head in
I'm like the feds wit tht snow boy
Get them meds in
I
turn evil
I pray to God, I pray to God, lil' bitch I need you
Can never stop, rockin' all this ice
Work hard, it didn't happen overnight
Dream
Yeah, motherfuckers! (yeah)
ItsTheReal, bitch! (Bitch) lil Jon, bitch!
I make raps just to make dough
Just to make liquor just to make clothes
Just
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