Lyrics:
blue&red son (Gang, gang!)
Special flow, turn my Ed up
If she a trick, then I'm Trick, ass out wit my legs up (Haha)
Never raw wit a trick, gotta rubber them
But I wrote this scheme at
Little China eatin' Chinese food
I spit China
He food and I chew through niggas
Pause! See Charles gotta trick
Hoes to get
WANT NONE!
BUT WE ALL KNOW 1 DAY WE ALL GOTTA PAY UP!
YEAH 1 DAY
WE ALL GOTTA FACE SOME!
FUCK A BITCH NIGGA YEAH IM GIVING IT MY BEST
IF A BITCH NIGGA
never I'm supposed to be
I chose to be on some Dark shit
Rip apart shit an' start shit, until whenever I depart, bitch
The hard shit will leave yo' ass
you they know yo life ain't popping (Shoutout to Gotti)
And yeen slide for yo brothers if you ops still got they noggins (That's 3 on his top)
Can't
prison
Living like a joke that ain't really appealing
Hands to the ceiling
Drop it off
Might a fact take me to your boss
He should understand you gotta pay
lunch yo? you gotta go Dutch though
Half paid by you, do the drinks when we through
That's on you boo, otherwise I got shit to do
Yeet
Wanna spend some
keep on sayin
That this shit is to the death and imma eat yo brains
Im running wit some cons and i roll with loccs
Got family from the bronx
through
Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy
Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians
Move on black brother move on
You gotta
no masquino shit, I don't know know labeled me no trick
Biatch! You should pay me for dick
All I'm gone do is fuck you crazy
Bust a couple nuts, get
fuckin mind
280 pounds of hay, every damn day I gotta test a
25 lighters on my dressa', yes ah
Breakfast being served by a hoe that look like Genie
ricotta, we need it for the manicotti
Keep singing like a fucking bird, you gon' end up like Gotti
Time to pay the Piper like Rowdy, sativa scented so loudy
on the shelf
They say say yo P she only wants you for one thing that's your wealth
But I don't pay attention, cos she's my baby
The Dainy you know she drive me
sounds
Run thru ya shit lay erri body down
Touchdown like I'm Yo Gotti
Niggaz done bought 100 straps
But ain't shot nobody
Fuck you sayin nigga
Pops in
eventide the past yet
The girl that I fired still gotta come and get her last check
This is how it went (it went) I met her at a party
I was staring at her
and never give up!
Uh Huh its magic
Everybody dont have it
so you gotta beleive gotta beleive it!
Verse 3:
Hold up
I run this magic show
I gotta trick for
ain't gotta get 'em no tricks
They don't give me no look unless they spoke to the dick
Keep a ride or die chick that like to smoke a spliff
Put it all in
listening
To Gotti, Ross, & Jezzy
Pull up in the coupe
FAST
Gotta keep it on me never
LACK
All my haters
FALL BACK
Bad bitches & the money
BAG THAT
Damn
got tricks in the stash, stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
got tricks in the stash, stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
really is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It's that Q talk serious
Yo, see I'm a student of a game how I pay attention
You so poor that
that boy to get a bag
Tell em count that shit in cash
Tell em make sure he pay the tab so I don't gotta ask
Is that yo chick
Getting fucked up tryna
stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only
fucking pays, motherfucker, fuck a job
Peace to all the real niggas getting loot
Robbing banks, sticking stores
Money bags exploding, troop
Niggas who do
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