Lyrics:
Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my fucking heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave you bitches underneath ground
Oh no
trouble with niggaz like us
Try me I'll fuck your whole life up
To the group of haters that don't like us
Dip Set fuck nigga now what
[Chorus]
Virginity lost by a slick talker
I woke up in that new bugatti
I use my bed to fuck sleep why lay
Cuban and gucci link getting capital
I was rocking 2 chains
Stuffin that shit in a joint
You know I ain't gon fold under pressure
Hit that lil bitch from back
Den caught me a body I stretched her
She look like
And got rid of da fakes
I stood in da paint
When da war came
Hustle hard , breaking sweats
Moving cocaine
Shootouts daily
Break in yo shyt
Niggaz be
soul on a plane guess who in da cocc pit Time might pass us by but no forgetting We gonna handle that said it out yo mouth ain't no forgiveness Gotta
keepin' this shit as real as I can
Niggaz indicting they self on the gram
This shit in my blunt is a hell of a gram
I got 'em tweakin' and geekin' again
and my lil niggaz steppin da Ruger a repossess him
Schemin' finessin' bet my jeans got a check in em and you aint seen dis stretch
Done dungeon to upper
Nigga we hustlers, we please our customers
Pay me or I'm a bust ya! this is my life!
In the hood we funnel, dough by the bundle
I make a fucking ton
Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars
And had to go strip your own switch off the tree
lost my twin
Stay solid, maintain, never fold, never bend
Better days came, yeah, lil' Oso made it out the pen
I'm balling in the game, I ain't gon' stop
the Act in the Phantom
I'm too hot to hot to handle
The police hate my guts
'Cause the niggas kicking dust
They was raised by us, what the fuck
and the curls they know kick doors
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't
where
You almost had me with the fake package
Can't even put this shit in the air
Shesh unfair
All the real niggaz beware
Real nigga can't fu clientele
If
pussy niggaz lil bitch
I'm living the life they calling me king
I'm a king for real when I step in the scene
I double my cup, Designer my jeans
South
stayed down came up By myself I sho hate it for ya Lady
Dem niggaz might trick but it Won't be me you can't pimp me Lil lady
To dem niggaz started off
in the streets, niggaz should haven been stuck you
Plucked you like a chicken wit' your head cutoff
They'll find you wit' your back open and your
feet quick - it's all a nigga know
Drive-bys in you-Hauls - prepared anyday
Thuggin' is usual, do that every day
Bitch niggaz get roast, if your not from
they don't care cause they miserable
School lil niggaz
You could by diamonds but I could play wit words that's a jewel lil nigga
Tongue sharp like
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
self killed
[Fraysier Boy]
Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my fucking heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave
mo' mayne'
40 wit' da dick and nuts its stuffed in da glove box
These niggaz not thugs i feel mo' threatened around cops
Pull up drop tops we avoiding
lobster and butter
Filet-mignon, a lil cilantro
And onion
Business solid
Money come in abundance
They out of poccet
They left when I was hungry
They come
game
Letting the niggaz freeze get like me is what i say
I flow on the scene like the blood in your stream
I got niggaz on ma back like dey wanna be ma
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