Lyrics:
avenue and place,
And my homies servin' hard cause they livin by the day,
See I do it for my family and hustled by the way,
Now I'm back up
avenue and place, and my homies servin hard cause they livin by the day, see I do it for my family and hustled by the way, now I'm back up on the block ya
I stride the street bypass pop fast
A lot days was gone with no fuckin mind
It's not my overmind suffer by proper sign
Promo not even in my option
I'm the illest know you feel this uncle So-Low bout his bitches
I got hitters when they hear this gonna put stitches on snitches
We dig ditches
got that check, then I flew by, I roll by
(Flew by) didn't stop for nobody (Nobody)
I don't fuck with nobody
(Fuck with nobody, though)
I'm hardbody,
gonna fade away
Well baby you know that I been had these bitches
I cheat on my Shawty, I'm catching these snitches
But girl don’t you fade away
What’s
& snitches ((fuck em))
Count it, stack it, flip it ((count it, stack it, flip it)), count it, stack it, flip it
Count it, stack it, flip it ((count it, stack
-play, day-by-day
Rollin' in my four with sixteen switches
And got sounds for the bitches
Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches
So won't
-play, day-by-day
Rollin' in my four with sixteen switches
And got sounds for the bitches
Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches
So won't
leave 'em (I'ma leave 'em for no reason)
Yeah, slidin' by my lonely (by myself)
Know some co-d's turn to snitches (co-d's turn to snitches, yeah)
ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit
of the rest of the mice runnin' wit you
You pack gats then I'm fuckin' wit' you, But if you
live by the gun you gon die by the fuckin' pistol
[Chorus]
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
Waiting on the new shipment
Yo girl love to see how we livin'
Big 45 in these Off-White britches
I don't do snakes
I don't fuck with no snitches
If
how I cut dis snitches arround me
Surrounded, by fake ass niggas, tryna conquer me
They try me, never leave wit a L believe me
I‘m winnin, John Cena in
of that could've should've would've shit
I got no regrets, yea
Die for my respect, If it comes to that
Why you by yourself
I'm feeling unattached
I did not
went by so quick that I weren't expecting that
Bro said you really gotta get them racks
Kuz next thing she'll want expensive bags
(You Know Harlz Made
I was just up in my cell
Counting my days thinking I ain’t coming home
These Ngga’s be snitches
These Ngga be btches
And they wonder I be on my own
and bitches and snitches
Be restin in ditches get buried alive
And hollow tips by the hundreds and clips
Keep on dumpin' until you are ready to die
Chop a lil'
talk about me like a man with a mic
Takashi wannabe, snitches, sweat bees
Gotta be, cause snitches are a dying breed
Yeah, catch my breeze, god blesses
a box
I got niggas out these streets
I got niggas swinging knives
All my niggas from the hood
All my niggas about that life
Snitches get stitches
Can't
the village
Gotta drive half-cut in the village
In the village, if you're black, you ain't British (British)
In the village, judge a man by a pigment
In
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
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