Lyrics:
the bullshit
I'm so in love with Spanish
Chicks
Cake mix lil mama slim thick
Give her chocolate ice cream then I dip
Circle real tight
So I know who gone snitch
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin' let me hear you say ride (ride)
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
It's Lil
a beam
Lasers and shit in the streets
I gotta key for the fiends
I got a key for the fiends
I got a key for
If im up by 1 best decide
This lil nigga dead
now
Kid and play it's a house party
Play some TLC aye you can watch me creep
Luke 2 live crew, make it do what it do
Can you make me dance, zapp
crew
And special shoutout to YungPolo
As always
My name is YungSeventeen
And this whole experience
Was broadcasted by the mane himself
Shoutout buddies
of that gangsta shit
Chorus 2x
[Verse 4]
It's somethin' about the Central Coast sound, huh?
Feelin' the beat when we get down
Flowin' to a motherfucking
mix juice in
On the way to L.I., well I, could a took the hell-eye
But we do more behind wheel
Hampton home, two floors, for nine mill'
Real playa
filed, makeup made
We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
In a drop top Phantom with the Drakov blades
I'm a stop by the barber, you can hit the shops
in them streets and got addicted
Like a drug he craved with all the thrilling
It was two days in and he was drilling
When he hit that block I swear he
Grrt, boom, boom
Lil Tjay
Oh, oh
Uh
Streets got 'em, ain't no savin' them boys
Grandma tryna pray to the Lord
Raise hell if they take one
Philosophy redefine us, touch mine I touch back
Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks
Catch no shakes over jakes (boop-boop), we bust
sure eat it drink it all off na make none go to waste
And who's aeoberti upon Falcon Crest you know him a chase
Se that the top of the crew Sis V
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
the features of my face
Third eye opened up
Perceptions must've been out of whack
For years I've had to mix, shake and pour
To get myself two degrees and for
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
Nasty birthday a week after, I'ma try to drop it same day
Long live them members, man, we don't say rest in peace
They live through me, Lump, Rico, 23,
I just need to feel somethin'
Left the party after two, didn't make it to the room
Slicin' cake up in his coupe, got no key, it's out of tune
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
Yeah, Montana!
Soon as you came home, took you on tour
Leave the streets
Do whatever for your lil' boy
Fast money, bad bitches, livin' in a rush
Nothin'
the street strugglin'
Young dumb and thuggin', give a fuck about nuttin'
Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
Pumpin' from sundown to sun-up,
to stay
My crew I'm believing so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set
actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
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