Lyrics:
Bucking To the ceiling watch my head bob
Do tha double Dutch dance jiggin like rob
We gon do it the beat hands to the feet
Do the danru step clap ya
cause she ran through
And it's like six o'clock in the morning and I'm recordin
I was downtown with Lil' Zay, we out seein' out
And they won't play with
to my dirt
I know it hurt the way we put in work
Can't do nothin', but ride with it, 'til it's over
From Novas to Range Rovers, we're still soldiers
bubbles
Sliding with that heat on the seat, and we gone clear it out
Do the dash you know I'm on E, so ima change the route
Pauperize, we don't do photos
Hm, yeah
Mhm
We take the good, we take the bad
It's not about what we had
We just tryna get by
We stay out of trouble
All we wanna do to get
activates part of you that don't mo, move
You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue
Who only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x2)
We can do
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
crazy
I did it and no one can blame me
More figures but I'm still the same me
Everything hazy
Hopped off the jet
No Uber you know I hopped straight in
Taking my time lil bitch I'm in pace
Ain't no fake nigga can smile in my face
Do something funny bitch I'll catch a case
Swear u got loud but u
we can visit (we can visit)
So if you wanna lets spend it Hoe get right down to business
Fuck what your girlfriends say, I got dick for ya (I got dick
slow
I can't pull this bitch over, I got me a pole
I gotta duck from them cameras, I do it on camera
Wanna be T.O.F, gotta take you, a soul
No I can
I up the gutta gutta lil boys freeze up
Skeeza all you can do is eat the meat up
It's ten thousand grams of that raw in the freezer
My gun never jam
a chance
He go 'round with a friend
That's life, look
But this the way that we do
Screaming, "Who wanna see
Me?" 'Cause, honestly, i can't see you
Start off
need to stop it
Your life's a façade lil bro, you can drop it
Too many bitches, can't keep them up off of me
Feeling like I won a lottery
I got
that you can't blow up
Do you know who you're fucking with? Lil' Rob con gonega neta
Leva you can bet your butt I'm down
Little vatos follow as I lead
then you better huh)
If you can't love onna bitch, then you better rob her
(Rob that bitch lil nigga, rob that bitch)
If you can't love onna bitch, then
wanna rob me, bitch
You know that's where I'm at
You can pull up to my block but
Just be ready with the strap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Plugg)
I got Lil K
and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen
Stop by on your way home...
After seven if I can
Bobby, dear, I don't mean to pry... Bobby, we've been thinking of you!
Sorry, Paul, I made a date
lil boy
You don’t watch that pitch
Imma beat that ass you choose ya switch lil boy
Let it be I could never let it be
I can’t understand it how you
that's coming to the end
Caught him slippin', at Simons he tried to get a fit'
It's either
Or baby boy, you can meet the lord
I pray we meet again,
on the floor)
I ain't lettin' go, lil' bitch (I ain't lettin' go)
I'm like hold up
Do you want that? 'Cause we on that
And we strapped up with them 40 Glocks
to do a drive-by tonight, that's why we tint these nigga
Heard shots rang out, just riding on my 10 speed
Seen the windows down and the bitch squeezed
mobbin
Make a bitch
Take a trip
Set up tricks and we rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who
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