Lyrics:
Who dat on that new track wit that rap reclined backwards
I knew that it was you but matta fact don't mind asking
Cooling on em
Moving on em
My
to drop,
Got big thang baby I still greedy,
To my enemies I hope you keep envyin'.
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah, yeah yeaaaah,
All we wanna do is
Can you ride with me
Come on baby, come get high with me
Come on baby, come on rock with me
Take me to another galaxy, to the moon baby
Can you ride
Can you ride with me
Come on baby, come get high with me
Come on baby, come on rock with me
Take me to another galaxy, to the moon baby
Can you ride
that we smokin' wit bigger leaves planting wit bigger seeds can't help it baby this is the life of these G's
We G'z boy y'all betta know full of malt
Ops gon pass us
Aint got no clue wit it
I Came up past my block
Yeah i grinded past that spot
5 Years passed me by
I got all seasons down on lock
of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby
I'm theatre of the hood
When it's lights,
to the moon, baby girl just come to the room
Drippy Dri bitch I stay wit my goons, all these niggas hot like June
Free T I hope I see you soon
Down bad, no
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
inside of the livest niggas
Art of War was designed by the wisest killas
Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit
Took my hooks like you wrote that
chokin
Yeah son I'm all up in ya mix
Ya callin' in your clique, I'm bawlin' with you trick
Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists
When I breeze
What?
Nah she wit someone else already?
Ayo who the ...
Who the fuck is that ...
-Chorus-
Heard you been on the low
I heard you been wit' somebody
Cream Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, everybody and God knows
Fuck a bitch for two
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, why'all want to do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you
a pill, I’m probably off two
I’m tryin’ to fuck so let’s go get a room
If you wit’ me, then baby how you lose
She wanna fuck me in all of my jewels
I’m
ones
I said okay I like the style let’s go have some fun
She don’t like average dudes
You try, you lose
She don’t really rock wit fools
She kinda cool
Phone off I'm wit my baby and you'll never find me
I'm in my own world
Chillin wit my ol girl
Learned from my last so you'll never be that old girl
Oh
Since th sandbox
I like to box
And I eat th box
Wasn't playin hop scotch
Smart as fuck
Like to add up
Babysittin not enough
Start playin wit dem rocks
20
the cush by the pounds
Nigga ankle blingin' baby wrist on freeze got
The pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeth nigga hot
Girl nigga loving the G
I won’t fall for the jook
This one is all for the books
You shoulda popped years agosmack start
Wit’ the looks but today? The revenge
Trust dawg
these hoes for you
That's because I vibe with ya baby
Ooh yeah
Smoke and getting high wit' ya baby
Ooh yeah
Hold me down like you said you would
high
We could take off now you aint gotta wait on stand by, now rock wit me
You should let me up right now
Baby I just wanna get you to the crib so I
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
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