Lyrics:
the angle, layup, swish
Told him when I see him, he gon' pay for it
'Cause them boys don't run, we step on shit
Ayy, white truck, ayy, pick 'em up
Ayy, what
back
Big man doin big man thangs
Sick boy, my whip same thang
Stick up kid i need everybody hands up
Im so disrespectful and this here the anthem
was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter
I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound
Watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1, pull up for
broad
Why the fuck would I give a fuck for
We don't lose sleep 'bout a fuck boy
Sendin' hit's like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Rylo
If they all move,
and ears...all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
And for washin'
me, why, why, why
Why X3, tell me why he
Always talk money but never touch green
Lil Cook been cookin up heat
Bay boy got the hood on geek
Saucin alot,
Where you from hey,
Where you from
Tell em where you from ay
Where you from
Tell em where you from ay
Where you from
Where you from hey,
Where you from
sticks
And every little problem Ive had to fix
Still keeping my head held high
Cuz I'm one nice trustworthy stand up guy
And you'll never really know til
that I can't
But there's a lot things that I can
Don't let em stop you stick to the plan
Fuck boy you can't tell me who I am
Got ya tax return flexing
on them hunnids, no they can't fuck my groove
Annie are you okay? Are you okay? I'm smooth
Just because I'm a player don't mean I play by the rules
Tell
Codeine in my cup what I'm drankin'
My mama tell me it's a damn shame
If I could re-do my life I wouldn't change it
Up that Glock on that boy and he
I'm blowing the horn tell em' get out the way
Why that nigga try hide when we know where he stay
I just ran up a check got it straight out the bank
All
and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge just tell em' facts
Tell em how
disturb my peace
Like I said before not rolling up one we rolling up two
They don't want you tell me why these bitches still gone peep
If they don't send it
man on campus (Tell 'em!)
Making a way to get back in the game
Making sure nobody forgets the name
Ayy!
I been feeling like the big man on campus
man on campus (Tell 'em!)
Making a way to get back in the game
Making sure nobody forgets the name
Ayy!
I been feeling like the big man on campus
Bitch, I'm super up like a stat, yeah
Swing the K at 'em like a bat
Bitch, we rollin' like a frat
Bitch, we slidin' like a snow sled
Granny say boy, go
If the opps in the party just know them boys ain't no getting pass
Wait til they come out
Unt unt
We put belt to ass
Walk em down
Whoever wit him
em that I say the same
Tell them boys at OVO they be killing everything
Tell them boys at Young Money that I say the same thang (Bang)
Tell the boys we
useless
I gave him flashbacks, of niggaz gettin treated like labrats
Beatin with sticks and straps
Hidden with conscience, held a mirror up to his face
hella hard to tell did I
They knew it was Roc DOE before they knock on it couldn't cover the smell in it
This the unordinary told em fall in line go
sorry I can’t stay ,
& it’s killed or be killed in this world full of killas got my hand on my blicky I can’t play ,
Somebody tell them lil boys that
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
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