Lyrics:
Gumbo from Thrive mix it with lean
Ain't calling around I just keep it street
Wrap em up like Twizzler this nigga sweet
Who doing fill up I need 93
I got
to bomb a couple children (Heh)
I’m too big to fail, word to Barack (Ha)
Red, white, blue on the Glock
Robbin’ the people for trillions and Sly deSilva
Pop the seal pour me up
I’m in slo mo
Ridin’ with yo bitch
In a two door
Swervin’ in a coupe
Blowin’ gas smoke
Pay me up front
I’m about them
Hold up
Hatin on me
They exhausted
But the shit dont slow up
I know they watchin
They all pissed
So i went got
Mo slugs
They dont wanna
See me ballin
Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious
New York the city that never sleeps
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids
on a cockroach
Made me realize I got to hustle for my mama too
Spent my childhood on the street
On the road
Watching everything as I go
Its Slow Mo to me now
drapes after beat downs
defeat clowns with street sounds neighbours tell me to keep the heat down in
this cheap town where fool's slip like cool chip this
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before, in ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss
me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new
lemons and I squeezed Them all my beef is savored
Yeah I'm really trying to eat
Like my shit is catered
Dealing in these streets got to Watch thy neighbor
Foreigns cars pull up the fastest
Keep blues stuffed ina baggage
That green come by the package
My life im tryna manage
These people keep tryna damage
you not playing games
I just want you to myself just know that shit can never change
Pull up in the Maybach coupe all my diamonds shining blue
I can't
to the basics I'm talking bout cash
Ran it up had to get in my bag
Stay with them niggas I been with since rags
Amiri the denim could tell by the tag
Better get
How you wanna beef uh you ain't got no funds nigga
Tryna tweak with F-O-G you must be smoking runtz nigga
Say you in the streets uh boy you sound
holes in my shoes
I guess I know what they mean by cold city blues
Ken bagged the stores
Tryin' to get money the best way I know how
How? Me and my
became a part of me, got a hell of a street game
Niggas don't want no part of me, Bitches they wana roll up roll out
Sit in the Ferrari, Breeze through
in humanity
I was raised up by the streets
So why the fuck are you mad at me
Smoking on weed making some cash
Watching this bitch while she's shaking
Cutting the funds to schools
Redraw the district too
Killing us in streets pp
Then they back the blue
We ain't got shit to lose
Slowly it's getting
flown past
As soon as I lose the braces,grit ya teeth till they all crack
Basic this greatness basis,from New york back round to new york
From avenues
see
Blue and
Had to swerve right
I hit the pedal
Telling me that I move mysterious
Last time I checked
The men they tagged me unserious
Last time
I
don’t internet beef
He leave that shit in the streets
Cus these niggas pussy to me
In real life these niggas gone speak
Sheon fuck on the first night she
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