Edgewood
Alley Boy, Mike WiLL Made It, Trouble
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(Jacob and the beat go brazy) (ATL Jacob) (That Boy Cass) Off of Edgewood, lil' bitch, I know you heard of that Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at I go straight across your top, like doin' hurdles, jack Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack Push up on your bih like where you from, suburban Damn that bih say where you come, burbans Hop up out that bih with drums, lurkin' You don't f*ck with me I'm on, must be hurtin' Said you don't f*ck with me or mobb Gotta be real broke I put these streets on my back forreal I gave 'em real hope Shit that you serve on the block ain't real It ain't even real dope I thought you'd be a real nigga, yeah I gotta keep it real with ya Summer time posted in the villa With some real niggas gettin' millions While you niggas caught up in ya feelings (too much) Big boy chillin' be gettin' I'ma turn a hundred to a mill' Just like I did when stuck in the county All the whips gettin' mounted (wet) Bitch drownin' Break that shit down into ounces I'm fuckin' with all the lil' bouncers Necklace fountain Next bitch bounce that You ain't really with the shit I can do movie sex on my dick It's up to you to bet against the kid Forty-five hundred on my fit, bih Off of Edgewood, lil' bitch, I know you heard of that Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at I go straight across your top, like doin' hurdles, jack Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack Push up on your bih like where you from, suburban Damn that bih say where you come, burbans Hop up out that bih with drums, lurkin' You don't f*ck with me I'm on, must be hurtin' Mobb shit, mobb shit, pullin' up poppin' like opp shit Edgewood came up, gang stripe robbin' in apartments Zone 6 spendin' shit, real bricks, nigga, like gangland Real bloods, real crips, real G's mobb on the same plan First 48 call us stick to callin' niggas bringin' names up Streets caught a nigga internet stalkin', steady wanna be famous Where I'm from, we ain't never had shit So how could you blame us? From a hood you'll beef for a bitch It made you a lame to us Pull up bustin' different niggas in ya hood They're all the same to us Pop a wig, nigga, betta get ya kids They all the same to us 2-11 we could make a 187 It's all the same to us Edgewood 800 BBS It's all the same to us Off of Edgewood, lil' bitch, I know you heard of that Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at I go straight across your top, like doin' hurdles, jack Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack Push up on your bih like where you from, suburban Damn that bih say where you come, burbans Hop up out that bih with drums, lurkin' You don't f*ck with me I'm on, must be hurtin'
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