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Speed in that whip, I ain't doin' the limit
Girl, I know what to do when I'm in it
She ain't know what to do when I hit it
Stop the frontin'
Momma said I had to get it
I had to go and get it on my own
Tell your Lil bitch to get out my phone
When I get high I make a song
I pop a perc
impala
Can you tell me bout that feeling you get when your brother rob you
I still
Leave it (aye)
I still, got some issues I should deal with
He got it
a bitch out I got other plays
Why you gon call me when you in trouble like I got a cape
Lotta pape
Pouring up sum lines we got a lotta drank
I'm insane
When
Poppin n lockin like I been running off a motor
Stop it just drop it and let the weight up off ya shoulders
Why hate on each other when we all part
away
My g's OT making bread he's gone away
And I aint going to stop till my heart does and I'm gone away
Get it any means the only way
My lil cuz aint
Ah, ah, they made Droppa get sexy
Just when you thought it couldn't happen it did
But I ain't gonna do it by myself
I brought my guy with me, Mr.
(Verse 1 Diamond)
I beat up the mic with my freedom to write, (punch)
I'm on the stage and I'm in the light,
When I pick up the mic I'm strikin'
effort just to fucking get by
Get by with this shit, I'm forever taking hits
Everybody think I'm shit, when I'm really making hits
Ay, yeah
Every single
eyes and ears
You left me why? It never was clear
Ain't no goodbye, now fuck it i'm here…
Crazy if you think it's fine by me (no, cause' you know it
There's something dying on the street
When they knock you down
You're gonna get back on your feet
('Cause you can't stop now)
I always saw you
There's something dying on the street
When they knock you down
You're gonna get back on your feet
('Cause you can't stop now)
I always saw you
I just asked God why he called for Troup
When it's time to ride, if you love 'em, nigga, prove it
You know all your lil' niggas gon' shoot shit up
fuck cause she heard I eat booty
Gotta keep me some rubbers I love to fuck groupies
I’m naughty by nature and willing to prove it
This what happens when
Stay with them killers I don't gotta call
We catch them fuck niggas gone lay down the law
Bitch I'm sending blitz so lil jay pick em off
Bitch I get
a big mac, small fry
You don't want a nigga, walk by
When its wartime then I draw mine
Then I draw mine with a chalk line
You a fiver percenter with
a mf villain
Can't chill with nobody, I'm handlin business
Can't chill with nobody
By myself
Hit a lil bitch, I dip, I left
I keep a glock right under my
signed to my own thought they wonder why right after I leave the show stop
He so sharp, it don't Stop
To honeys looking cute up in the spot and the beat
after rack
It go rack after rack after
Rack after rack
Nigga pack after pack
After pack after pack
Grab her by the hair
When I drill ha frm da bacc
Ass
talk
Talk behind my back lil nigga
Is you mad or nah
Cls In the back seat yo bitch toppin me off
Open wide swallow all of it I don't trust em at all
If
This lil bitch fucking with the gang she wanna be Kartel
The plug just sent another pack I'm finna buy a scale
Hit this lil bitch from the back
cheap
Lil camp walk every beat
Haha...try it
I got fye on me
Big boy Tahoe five deep
Two k a show thats fine with me
Hit the booth back in the streets
Hot
it when you say don't stop, don't stop when we make love
I i i i, i i i i 'm on my way
Met You down by the river
We locked eyes and I kissed you slow
like nothing
So I started rapping, now look at the hoes I'm fucking
That's why when I walked down the street one day
And this nigga tried to rob me
I
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