Lyrics:
a nigga head when he yelling stretch him
Pushing 5 we ain't sad guys handle our depression
I go where the wind blow I ain't gotta question
No hoes I don't
Switch gears nigga speed it up
7 Years in the game and My nigga Andrew luck
Y'all niggas fuck around and y'all like to coast
Foot on the gas kna nigga
Shawty said she want a real nigga
In her life we was fucked up sipping that real liquor
All she really want is a nigga to keep it real with her
Get
a ghost[00:45.33]No one knows[00:46.05]Till i pull up they know[00:47.21]I got a dirty gun and it's gonna motherfucking blow[00:49.98]This the Deathly
you
Wont nobody cite it like you
Wont nobody run it by you
Left lee lee by the bouye
Woke up smoking on that caliu
Half baked blowing thru the Drive
I'm a boss
I did this shit by myself
Bitch I said
Fuck the cost
I been got rid
Of some pounds
Got me feelin
Like Ross
I can't stop
Gettin it now
a nip/tuck
A tactician with my vision
Slide between yall like a bishop
Take yo queen like bobby fisher
Hands up, it's a stickup
Hands up, it's a stickup
Hands
The food on my floor
I'm like EASY E LIL B it's this NAUSeating
Smell but he kicked me out the door
I'm thinking DID HE just do that
As a girl walks by
Her
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
Have you heard about, shorty be
richer
Before I stop I'ma blow up the block this year
[* Explosion *] (x7)
[Hook x5]
[Verse 2]
Do I have to speak any further
Fuckin' with me and my
Fuck around get ya whole crew hit
He a fake and he got loose lips
Wanna race I don't do pink slips
Heard his flow yeah it was decent
Niggas starting up
ain't enough
This shit ain't a bed
I can't make it up
Make me a wish
Then blow out the candle
Since everyday my birthday
I do what I want
You do what you
never go like
That because
Thats just outrageous
The dunyas fucked up cuz
These kids got it tucked up
In the city you die young
Or you get locked up
Them
Computofre$h
Fuck V2, I'ma say it again, Fuck V2
What the fuck is V2? (Ayy, ayy)
Who the fuck is Nyora Spouse?
We kill this nigga on
Tracks every
you have your niggaz holdin' you down
And when I hold heat I just hold it for delf
Why ask a nigga to shoot when I'ma buck myself?
I keep my gun by
Good morning. Hope everyone's doing alright.
Unless it's night time for you- hope you drivin' safe
Woke up this still morning still depressed
You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that street money
cents
On a horn in a traffic jam
At any rate it's much too late to blame myself for who I am
Just hope I don't go down that snake road twice
That
care love
In a G5, we flyin' private, these niggas private, I'm the commander
You can hit me, it's cool, when you in town, then we makin' a move
Tell me
It's goin down! Hold up
They wanna talk like us, wanna walk like us
(us)
Pussy ass niggas wanna bark like us (us)
Suckin hoes' pussy that I used to fuck
Pickin' on that swine
I'ma bedroom bully and I flipped that mother lovin lil pussy like some bacon
Leave it up to me and I might leave that body stankin'
know I'm the shit but
She said it's alright
Bring her friend with her
I ain't fuckin all night
She a 5" 2' should have called her 5 twice
She have
I ain't saying shit to niggas I'm a punch him out of socket
Hit him in his noggin make his brains rotten
Tell him clean it up with some mufucking
it down stepped out and bossed up
Niggas got to be out they mind if they think they one up
Stalk em, hawk em, had my lil' bitch set em up
It would've
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