Lyrics:
the Mets
Sportscenter with the homies she wit it placing a bet
1K or she ain't hearin it
Or takin niggas serious
Prestige S7 hit the corner they on notice
to police
I smoke on OG, I keep it on me
You don't want no smoke, nah, but I give that for free
Hit 'em in his mouth, damn, now he got lockjaw
He ain't
spilled ya/ you whipped out kid finish em/ yo its funny how we Mastered early how 730 niggaz got away wit murder come and coma come and get me/ I feasted
complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
When you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in
the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike wit the fire
Baby I know you say it
poop
Hit the block one more time
U gone make the morning news
I got the gang wit me
When we walk up inna spot
Got the thang wit me
I'm wit all
gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what
I'm politicking
trippin'?)
Huh? Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin', nigga?
(I ain't say nothin', why you trippin'?)
You're a motherfuckin'
to kick the game.
Spit yo' game,
Talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
Squeeze your clip and hit the right one
Pass that weed l gotta light one
steppas they Lyin,
Gotta Get Rich Or Die Tryin’,
Smoking A Onion This Shit Got Me Cryin’
If You Play Wit My Name Then You Dyin’
I Talk This Money Shit
turnin' off, I'm steady wit' it
Ain't no key to my heart, baby, it's push start
I could get you anything you want, just do ya part
I could fly you anywhere
damage done, yeah ya man numbed by the fight here
Popped a pill, now, less feeling like light beer
Still, I'm just trying to say what's on my heart to you
body
You talkin for fame
I dont play no games
Hit you n its fuck every invited that came
You aint poppin nigga why you lyne
Foot on the gas see you from
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
Catch flights to and fro, nigga who you know?
No one important, just another nigga flossing
Gotta seal, what I'm touching is real
You just a clone wit
and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo)
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In
and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo)
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I
Gassed up now u back on tryin to roll rock
Rollin dice wit ya life, Gettin hype wit ya wife, I bet i hit u in the chest make ya soul shock
Think he fresh
The motherfuckin' bullets fly by, be blinded
It's a helluva war so motherfucker bring it on bitch
Hell yeah, we been ready for da longest
Who you gonna caome wit
the million dollar question, what, what, what
When you're not at home, where do you go, I wanna know.
CHORUS: OooYa Wit, OooYa
me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
like Toni Braxton
And I think most of these rappers should stick to fashion
Ya
Hit em with a semi automatic when I'm in it
I can tell you fake as fuck
like Toni Braxton
cnd I think most of these rappers should stick to fashion
Ya
Hit em with a semi automatic when I'm in it
I can tell you fake as fuck
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