Lyrics:
young hoes flew past us Way we got it tho, they still tryna smash us I would walk down off of Beattie, right on Croly, man I’m goin to Miss Ayo crib
in my fucking safe And I don't want a beemer bitch i Think I want a wraith and ima Croly Baby putting bitches in they place (Huh) I'm so flashy but
the kitchen eatin' leftovers I cop pounds and I stretch yola It's a business move (yeah) Croly Street was like a business school (Eastside) Weight it all out
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