Lyrics:
on her (yeah)
It look like she went got a new BBL
I'm like you done went got a lil' ass on you (let's go)
Your doctor did good, shit, I can't even tell
then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk
Got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm ridin' big
To the club, blowin' skunk
Mike
gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up, you claim a set then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk, got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like
trap on the block I can't post at no store
If I hit me a lick i'ma split with my bro
Really locked in for real we can't beef bout no hoe
If my brother
four or the five let me know which one more suitable
Free the niggas doing time counting in roman numeral
Ugly lil nigga from the block but this money
then its DOA
Bad MFs in my DNA
Play no games unless I spend yo block I'm cruising USA
Find out where you stay, find out where you lay
This shit can get
move
Lyke I stay spamming B
Chasing the bread
Tryna my cook on own yeast
Start a lil bakery
Put on the whole team
W the ghost on the block
And we
Nigga sweet like a cookie
Nigga try turn gay, Lil nigga he a wussy
And I stay with that heat, Swear to God you can't cook me
He in the way, Get him out
[Verse 1]
Geah, It's 187 cause I'm back on the block
Quick to shoot first wit the gat that stay cocked
It's real gangsta shit nigga, It's on lock
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
I remember them days, thinking bout back in the day
Now lil bro locked away, toting that 40 I pull in the paint
Got a lil shawdy she told me to stay
and some swisher
Give me a smooch, then pass that swisher
New lil' boyo round the block, he stay blazin'
Out the park hitta, Mr. Quick Buck
Big truck, I
you still beneath like your name is Lannister I'm fucking (Jon) snow
Who the fuck are you?
Credits go to the fake places
Not controlled by a fucking
niggas is pussies I can’t feel em
(Yeah yeah)
Swear that lil D’lo that nigga
If I spin the block all the rounds gonna hit em
Fuck the range, target
lie, I miss lil' shawty, when you comin' back home?
Raised by Taneeka, everytime she do your hair, you look way better
I don't give a fuck about them
impatient when it come to money makin'
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil' nigga with that glock ridin' around in somethin'
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
(damn)
The block just shut down, you gotta stay and grind
The streets know, somebody play, it be a homicide (boom, boom)
Unanswered prayers make you
the winter
If it's fuck you den it's fuck you I ain't tryna rekindle
I'm riding through them blocks serving sick out the window
Call it Lil Jon get to blowing
I like my hoes by the two's when I dig 'em out,
Couple racks, I made room for a big amount,
They had us in the first half we winnin' now,
Now my
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
me
I'm a real G., I'm real street, I'm a real beast, on Real beats
That K-Cutta it stay with me, lil boy Dont play with me
The reason why you niggas
tramp stay in line
and can bruise your lil' twat at the uh, same time?
[Turk]
Say dog...what kinda nigga be thugging, letting 'em sag?
Getting
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