Lyrics:
Hundred to count, fuck wit me now
My weed is in a bag, ripe fruit in a mason jar
Your music is a drag like we are racing cars
I barely have to brag if you
and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no seven acres
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us
Now lady heroin
The boy and them white folks
I know her body right though
But she got nice throat
Ray a nigga like a bright hoe
So that's classy, crazy
And one with bad
the cars, then we got free
Used to only wanna pull up in a black sport
Just a white man excelling in a black sport
Now I'm really doin' pull ups
Got
in my cargo
I get dope by the car load
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so
swords
T-shirt stravaganza (Franchize dem white tee boys)
Self-made, self-paid
We lounge around in our white tee
Ashy black shirt, will get down to ya
kush gon' get burnt up
Shit, the next day I'm at LAX
Uncle Tre' pulled up in a Camaro SS
Black on black, sitting on 23s
Bumping Rich Boy like, "Bitch
if that shit don't stink
I'm on the web, she wanna link
You stabbed me in the back like Zelda and Link
I'm getting paid by the end of the week
If
looked in eyes
Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by another side
[Coolio]
I ain't
the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dollar stick and then I put in my clip
So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set
the cars, then we got free
Used to only wanna pull up in a black sport
Just a white man excellin' in a black sport
Now I'm really doing pull-ups
Got
drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
degrees in December
That's why the years go by so fast
It seem like yesterday I used to
Sport that pleather MCM member
Tryin' to be a jack boy, me, Mark
swords
T-shirt stravaganza (Franchize dem white tee boys)
Self-made, self-paid
We lounge around in our white tee
Ashy black shirt, will get down to ya
in the water
Gonna see me whip it in a sports car
And I'll keep it coming like a porn star
That's my ego, all for show
Bit of cro makes her glow
Not
life nigga puttin' in work
(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads
Verse 2: Baby
Neighborhood superstar
shirts and shoes
Them foreign sports cars are a blast and rockets are fun
But we need to remember to spend USA made right here so we don't come undone
All
Took shared time in McKee, U-God general contractin' service
While Meth Chef and Deck was off the New Dorp
For white boys who took steroids
Buildin'
whatever...
J: Traded in my yellow gold in exchange for white...
M: Y'all saw me at the Source Awards, wasn't that shit like tight?
J: Cartier frames with wood
hurt
Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work
(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads
Verse 2: Baby
All I touch is gold stacks
Niggas come around bite anything original
But you know that
But you know that
Know that
Lights get bright in them chains
But
hustlin' up the dirty deep
Betta watch them dirty boys down south we keep it dirty g
I know you heard of me
I got that work
Man I got that white and I
let her wings show
Mami tryna fuck me with her team, that's a team sport
All these bad bitches in this bitch but I ain't seen yours
Muscle car look
you wanna come
I’m having the off white off white yea
Popped the X pill in the car ain’t wreck
Paid all cash I ain’t fucking with debt
Call the girl
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