Lyrics:
tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that means never
To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
[Chorus]
Where da at? in the club, where da at? showin' love
Where da at? in the drop ridin' twenty deuce dubs
Where da at? in the street, where da at?
pass me by
And my drink never dry
I got that new car feeling
That fast lane chillin'
With a new daiquiri called "Let us Free"
It costed $9.93
Tell that
of the buildin' - sprayed up
All for the love of this paper; we misled
By 21 - some'll be dead
By 22 - the rest of these dudes'll be in the Feds
We got change
(What?)
(Facts this nigga got me fucked
All the way up) yo, you never killed men
Show your true colors, you a chameleon
Like Wack100 told 6IX9INE, you
a dream this the life that im livin
Dont need nobody i stay by my self.
Free all my niggas they locked up in cells
Minding my busssines i stay in my lane
U
gangsta walk all you Muthafuckn niggas get buck with
Me ball and g on top of the world
Zirk be out there sticking em up
Homicyde paranoid and we rocking
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
new estate,
Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
Dope snorters or prospects,
man it's time to go
All my ladies in the club shake some ass drop it low
It's a TNT summer that mean "True Niggas Thrivin'"
We gon get it jumpin', give
stylist
And I never had to stress cuz
I know the money piling
Forged signature they can tell
By my handwriting
I think he a girl he got good handwriting
bed warm with a cutthroat n****
Have the card parties where the stakes was high
Go shopping, hit the club, and then start come by
I never had a day
bout nobody, I'm too busy with Amari
Say he fucking with the demon, it was mid he was smoking
Me and bellz ain't never drop off baby girl, we always
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
But ain't nobody working on a cure? My young boy
Y'all just regular, I'm an apex predator
Brim State fresh feathered up, etcetera
Nevertheless, I got
'Member we're hottest in the city
Spent the, tryna get me
'Til I pull up at the party with the semi
Saw squad, showed up colors with the enemy
I don't
was drinking
What the hell have I been thinking
Now I'm just riding through the city
Now I'm just riding through the city
And ain't nobody rolling
you, bitch come try me (come try me)
In the hood all by myself, and ain't nobody gon' try me (damn, don't try this shit nigga)
Taught your pussy-ass
Two bottles poppin' and people too loud
'Cause the time is now, we makin' moves
Pull up in the club gotta pay some dues
People lookin' at us got
Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95 Air Macs
Neon green outta fight club off a Fairfax
hoopties to a drop
Killer be killed
Is the attitude I got nigga
[Chorus: x2]
I know you praying I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
grow
On these streets
Kway back it was Alize not
Brandy, twenty man up and ante up in Tan, G
Before he got locked in spots
Lord knows we had to go
Everybody fuckin' with the O.P.D.
Slingin' cocaine, knockin' it off
Killed some nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed chases everyday
Can't make no
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
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