Lyrics:
What I'm gone need with that shit
Why I'm gone need a new bitch
When my old bitch still a bad bitch
Ya'll sound just bout that shit
Yeah mmhhmm yep
hating on me But I use to play the background
Seen my Dawgs switched up on me tell Them no they don't like how that Sound
I see the ladies out here
know was get out and get it
I stay on the grind all night â¬"til my feet go numb
Blowinâ¬" moâ¬" weed than Cheech & Chong
Livinâ¬" by the motto: To each
a T-Rex live under my hood
Gotta know the Tec live under my seat
Put you in the ground, now, you live under my feet
All-white diamonds on the front of my
Ain't fuck up on the cash with my bitch
I got that fettuccine on me
I got that fettuccine
I got that fettuccine on me
I got that fettuccine
I got that
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts,
guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't
I'm not Lorenz Tate
How would it sound if I asked you "Wanna date?"
(How would that sound mama?)
I know a place me and you, girl, can get away
My
I'm not Lorenz Tate
How would it sound if I asked you "Wanna date?"
(How would that sound mama?)
I know a place me and you, girl, can get away
My
me, and you talk shit
You get shot bitch, and I took that
Hood rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This shit to you it might sound wild
But this
shit
You get shot bitch, and I took that
Hood rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This shit to you it might sound wild
But this life is all I know
me, and you talk shit
You get shot bitch, and I took that
Hood rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This shit to you it might sound wild
But this
how shit this album be
It gon always my first always OG
It will always be the first by me, Repea
We gotta start somewhere to claim our seats
So even if
no killers
I was fed from no spoons that were silver
Come from a hood by the Alcovy River
Down 2-1-3 to a road that look like it slither
See in my hood
Trench coats know the sound
The owls perch in the coupe
With a hood for this new recruit
Omertá pricked my forefinger
Drip it on her picture
Now set it
take it away
I want a house by the lake
My account fulla cakes
Super models that'll kid
Be my spouse for the day
Out to get paid, I got a motivated
hood bitch to Cali and she flew home packed (ha)
You could be eatin' too, my nigga, but you don't stack (you eatin' too)
Two-tone 'Bach, not a rental,
through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by
spend bands on this shit
Put my mans on this shit
When I come up, don't be mad
You was playin' with this shit, Nigga
It might sound crazy, I really love
the sound of water
Dripping melodies of you
I woke up and it's Sunday
The weather has got me deep in my feelings
And I don't know what to do
It's early
could really flip a hummer
When it's true they get mad Call it dumb a I t's about to sound a whole lot dumber
Message to the next person test my gangster
the only thing that made me feel alive
Cus everyone seems to leave my life
And I'm feeling like I don't need em why
Put this hood on I'll go recluse
To get
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
certified by the sender
I bring the hood to any section I enter
And that they better remember
They tell me smile but in they no mind DJ
One of my brothers
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