Lyrics:
go back to the trenches
Spray your s*** up (Blrrt)
Young n**** can’t wait to do it
Count that s*** up (Blrrt)
Then went and bought back the hood
F*****
get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
Nigga that I thug wit' kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel
And nigga we peel caps
Pap,
Ok ok
boyz n da hood
ya lets go
smoke sum smoke sum
lets ride ay lets ride a lets ride
ya
[Chorus]
well even do u look good 2night, ay we gona keep
bottles sit
Inspired by the fires and chorus of broken promises
Yeen gotta focus on my hands to know what time it is
An Ace up my sleeve and a Juacquin
like it's chess
Johnny you'll fail if you test
Show all my dogs
For them n***** give it all
Wonder which was Ima go
I can be the GOAT there's a beast
Kill that n*gga case closed I want his whole face gone
Chop his whole hood up I needa Yellow tape zone
Kept it real with pussy n*ggas and got faked
fucking high to afford
A n***a need help
Drug dealing poppin' drugs hope the hood can see light
Fucking with these guhs' then they get into a fight
Got
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
we out on Ave.
Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass!
Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get taken when
Uh huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars
If you don't like my face, bitch, look
g-a-n-g makin noise
Us niggas from the Brick now wreckin shit with the (Badd Boyz)
Step to my crew, you get your dome flown and blown
I'm part
All the niggas with my money take a sit
I need a briefcase on the table when we meet
I heard your dope boys making paper on the street
Tomorrow go'n
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
in a fuckin minute
I block thru the hood
I start reminiscing
6 Young niggas tryna flag down my car
And all them niggas tryna go and get one gar
the way
Get out the way
Opps in distress like yelling Mayday
Yeah we got smoke nigga Ash inna tray
Flee the scene go leave em in disarray
Die by the streets
a few mc's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
Uh, pun, pun
Let's get it
Got gang in this motherfucka
But this the solo version
Got that AR in my kappa shorts gon' pick
A nigga off
That big ass
spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their
it slow
Let your heart explode, drop ya to the floor
I gets the dough, I hustle hard
Ace Hood ain't got shit on moi, green beans 80's fo' sure
They
down sliding no hood
Aye!
Prolly finna get up into no good
Riding down sliding no hood
Told ‘em send the baddies to the wazzup
My n****s gon’ post up
crowd's going silent
I shoot fast like an aerial ace 'cause I shoot fast, call me Aerial Ace
When I shoot fast no matter who's asking
Get to Loop Casting
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
Bitch I'm from Dade County, we go way harder
We do it way bigga
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