Lyrics:
shenanigans
Louis jacket on me like I
Snatched it off a mannequin
I'm back and they panickin'
I might go to Mandolin
Take a bitch to Ritalin
Louis diamond pegs
Must I grow up?
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Must I grow old?
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Must I join in?
Yes, yes, yes, yes
And do as I'm told?
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Yea I know some niggas who'll slide round your field with the sticks some lacross shit
Niggas wanna talk shit til a Nigga pull up on offense
Bet none
like a light
I'm on the drive back home, in a one way street, and they're closing off all of the lanes
Shut off the streetlights, block off the exit,
a n**** momma house up, no talkin'
(Shh) Too much talkin'
Ran out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'
Cut the promoter, thought I was playin'
Got a 2-2
get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
See the problem with my vail, he be laid don't give a fuck
He walk off in the club and puttin' yo' bitches up
said nah just go back and head to yo mama's place
So I ain't pay no mind
I took off riding my bike
Went to a shorty crib for a bit then went back to mine
Large mag up on the Glock because it bust fast
I was being humble I'm getting money now it's fuck that
Now we Finna buy a boat we got the truck back
Two
(Ay) you know she gon' answer whenever I call
She gon pull up, she ain't wearing no drawers
Two minutes later, I'm all in the wall
She tryna lay with
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so
Different
Baby girl I swore you'd be different
Met a lot of tricks
None I'm missing
Cause you're the only one that I'm tripping
Off the wall I'm
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'
Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,
is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
Two drink, cave in
Two blunt, ease up
Booyah, leaves up
Who care? Who there?
Do what? Wake up
The hell, happened
We want, hands up
Pay you, dare
this land was stolen.. for clarification
Y'all jus sum hypocrites thinking this yalls now
If they build it up we ALL breaking the wall down
Watch them
weight up with my hate and pay 'em back when I'm bigger
And still thuggin in this jail cell, missin' my block
Hearin brothers screamin' all night,
in the cut,
snatch it up,
get it off,
come an get me,
before I go back to court an they judge can get wit me,
'cause the D-A,
was talkin nonsense
Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park
You pops the trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfuker
Clownin' an' shit
Got
back down from no nigga
Had me four deep in four cars on your block with four triggas
Man, y'all niggas ain't up for this!!
Y'all hatin' on me, you
police
You and you go out the front you take the back
You cover the first two and I'll take the sack
Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan
Now it's
police
You and you go out the front you take the back
You cover the first two and I'll take the sack
Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan
Now it's
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