Lyrics:
five
She gon' let me gas up in the whip and do a drive by
Money on my books to get me out and she don't ask why
That's my lil' baby from the jump ain't
Lil Kano on the track
Boosie Badazz
This for my niggas that's dead
Now they ain't with us no more
But when my niggas was with me
Them was my niggas
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
to get a lil green you can tell that I came up from nothing
My young niggas pull up and they get to dumping
We got the lo we pull up to yo function
We got
move me
All my designer by Louis
Half a M in the suitcase
Cartier got blue face
Check out the jewelry
Aint no cap in my rap
Nigga can't give me no dab
to the barbershop.
My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot.
I'm so unorthodox
I got the bitch ridin' my dick wit no shox.
(Bounce bitch bounce bounce)
He said I tried to rob him I'm like
Nah Ion remember that
If I did that
Would of ended that
Straight finished that
He seen my lil Kuz had the strap
Marvin and Chardonnay
I pull out the driveway like I'm in a car chase, speeding
And if my bitch cheat she know I'm leaving
No text no call, boy that
trying to drink my problems away
Bitch, we can die or any day
Girl, I'm drinking till the last day
Bring Hen dog to my deathbed
Girl, it ain't no door
presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead
Lil' hoochie bitch lil' foolish bitch
You look a lil' clueless
My lawyer look Jewish, bitch
Walk in wit' a big ol' rack
Walk in wit' a lil' gold chain
but I was makin' it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin' sellin' cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin' raps
All about my
a nuisance
Fame just an illusion
Created by those losin
Let's just face it ya I'm amusing
An The game stay polluted
With lames full of excuses
Ima chase my
and shit on 'em
I might pull up, leave 'em wet, rain on 'em
Shooting accurate, got a good aim on 'em
Pull up in a foreign whip, shit stain on 'em
My lil
he blitz
Here my lil bad bitch hold up my stick
Rolly two tone and that bitch dont tick
Nigga got work on the wrist like this
All my old hoes they so
drinking this liquor like water
And smoking like iont need my lungs
Track shoes on im ready to run my city
This shit like free crack shot out to lil bibby
place
Driving on the highway, Uber to my driveway
Thought it was my driveway, really it was your place
Now we got a situation, this might be our first
all night
Sh-sh-she just wanna fuck all night, that's alright (Lil Boat, yeah, yeah)
I'ma let her but I would not sweat her by the way
Shawty
the lobby
Sucker motherfucker stepped up and tried to rob me for my Cuban link
What did he think? What did he think?
What was he thinking? What the fuck was
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle,
She lookin like she wanna fuck
Lil bitch she say that I'm handsome baby girl I can't be romantic
I'm too busy taking these chances Tryna put my lil
Intentions on a million no slippin my pistols on me
I got it if you want it we hand it out by the oz
Still fuck the other side I kno them bitches some police
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up
That's right (What's happenin', holmes)
That's right
Lil' Rob (What's going on, ese)
Hey you know what, I feel like partying
got it)
Banker wear suits (I got it)
Money like Maloofs (I got it)
Milly on my neck, got lil' shorty out her body (Rahmeek)
Met her in Atlanta,
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