Lyrics:
surrounded by goons
See I don’t trust nobody that’s just how i feel
Tired of thumbing through these 20’s i just just need a mill
They always come up wit some
the back door
Wit niggas who like playing Rambo!
Na I ain’t flexing no 20s lil nigga ain’t making no bankroll
I know that nigga 6 feet but still he can’t
Thumbing
Thumbing through these hundreds
20s and them 50s to them Benji's
I'm thumbing yea thumbing through them hundreds
Bitch say that she love me
was broke there was pussy galore
Now I throw 20's and 10's on ya hoe
Don't pick it up cause I got me some more now
HB got that shit
Don't pick it up
[Chorus: x2]
Haters!
Hatin' cause my 20's be..choppin! choppin!
Hatin' cause these hoes be..jockin! jockin!
Try me and my glock'll be..cockin!
watchin' hoes drop it like it's hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20's and cock
Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The jux can't be less than a birdie
Hit the block and I see the fiends they begging like "please come serve me"
Seen a couple racks off the yerkies
10s 20s
a million offa users.
Car and the money the same color of mucous,
Go get it his self they call 'em ghetto Frank Lucas.
Cocaine,
He got it by the boulder,
was gettin' too much money
Too many niggas in whips sittin' on 20's
Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggas doin' somethin'
And after
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you want to spend
Separate the 20's from the 1's
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you want to spend
Separate the 20's from the 1's
greenbacks
I'm in love with them dollars
I'm in love with them 20s 50s 100s
Don't eat just holla look
I'm in love with that money
I'm in love with that kitty
(maaan, you balling out of control)
Say whoo pop roof, 20's got me sitting low
(maaan, you balling out of control)
Say whoo, I got a gallon and a pound
East-side Longbeach City thing
Get it man, rich rollin' 20's gang
Yeah we getting gritty man
(Soopafly) if I'mma choose: ya'll lose
We just fucking up your
fallen out
Wet him up like body showers
Bullets keep 'em falling down
My youngin air the shotty out
Lucky we got extra rounds
In my 20s
Still running from
my advice
Don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
I respect the hustle, throw some 20s show some titties
No dissin boosie but I never pay to see no kitty
You workin hard , ain't gettin far, yeah
All this syrup in my stomach got me fucked up for some days
Roll on 22s I’m with some some 20s filled em with some 8s
If I drown up in this drank they
Free all them
I'm in the hood givin' 20s to shorties
Why? Cause I used to steal outta Aldi's
Now I pull up in them Audis
Can't see through the smoke
We
spinnin' 'em cuz
Young Don draped in Sean John, we millennium thugs
Drive my widebody wreckless, in Texas I got the best flow
So much ice up on my chest,
spinnin' 'em cuz
Young Don draped in Sean John, we millennium thugs
Drive my widebody wreckless, in Texas I got the best flow
So much ice up on my chest,
I got P-A-ID, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went
For 20s down South
Packed up my tools
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill
Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard
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