Lyrics:
my Dad so I got it like that
Got it like that! Genius Level Talent
Ain’t no Bricks In My Backpack when I’m out on Troy Ave
Except ‘bricks’ for these
in the air
My moms know that I'm a player
Look at my chain
Now she wanna call me by my name
Living life gang
Impressed 'cause I got my own strain
Left
the real McCoy
Hear the pain when I preach feel it all in my voice
The realest nigga in the game the streets first choice
Miss me with the fuck shit I aint
millions ye
Play with one of mine, we might leave the pussy with nun
Just like Brazilian wax
Fuck a bag, I'm in my suitcase
Odds of me falling off, thinner
in my heart the size of a truck
it won't be filled by one-night fuck
like a possum
like a possum
Ahhh
calm as an angel
You know me I like
Drivin' a truck with my high heels on
My diesel rig is northward bound
It's time to put that hammer down
Just watchin' as the miles go flyin' by
Lee
Cause fool I gets around
Smoking on indo don't step up
When my guns in hand
I rolls with a strong clan
They calls me the old man
Cause I got some
At the top of your lungs till the windows brake (rollin', rollin')
Say hey, hey, hey
I ain't gonna shut my mouth
Don't mind if I stand out in a crowd
can't resist it, them girls look so delicious, with them big oh butts, I got one in my truck
Oh yeah she's grinning with me, she knows she's winning she
sick, call the SWAT team
Looks on the left of me, dressed in all blue
Got drama boys up on my right, I Hawaiian punch coupe
Who run it? Who run it
Who
punches like Muhammad Ali
Yo Sundae Driver lit we get the highest
Me no pilot
Double up my investments them packs come in different sizes
Last nigga that
to put down ya hands
Keep em' high
And if ya losin yo high than smoke again
Keep em' high
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
two-stepin, or ravin' to trance
And when the party is crunk, the girls back it up
We got the systems in the cars and the 20's on the trucks
6 foot four with
keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I'm a player, baby, so don't play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin' bitches
m'uhfucker right here today
We got that nigga, E-Feezy, Too Short, knahmean
Pimp see up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy
Damn fool I hits free it ain't
thinking)
That nigga diss me shit go way wrong
(Oh my god)
That's what mean by this bonfire
This 808 it go for long hrs
Don't affiliate with you non powers
cocaine.." -> Scarface
"Boy they're fuckin with me Troy man I done told em.." -> Scarface
"I started small time, dope game, cocaine.." -> Scarface
like a rerun (boom, boom)
Me and T-Roy was schemin' (uh-huh)
I'm tryna put my whole team on, yeah
Let me tell you the truth (look)
Most of these
Lilly learns she been spurned bites the pastors cock off
Spits it in his mouth and slits his throat with a chainsaw
Double barrel shotgun coming home
it
Now that sounds like me
The mutha fuckin' Pastor nigga the ole G
DSGB tat' across my chest
And hell yeah nigga I put that shit in my flesh
The be
of rounds
Hundreds in my clip like that when I click clack
With my click better what
Coming from the waist better what
Eleven finna hit 'em with the what
Troy
in a black Cadillac on spokes
High yella bone, don't act so woke
Might sell my soul, so I don't go broke
Hang my hopes up high like dope
Don't burn my
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
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