Lyrics:
Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die
Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed
Just
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
wanna squash it what you still talking shit for?
Hey,
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
Where I
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
that's standing fat with your rack
Let's get candid act like your Janet Jack and mash in the sack
Or pretend your Nikki Nova while I film and flip it
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
the heat is on
We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong
What's wrong?!, the club and the moon is full
And I'm looking for a THICK, young lady to pull
ram it
Bust 'em, bust 'em, nigga don't jam it (bust)
Nigga pull up looking just like mechanics (hey)
Plug lingo, he talking in Spanish (lingo)
Wrap
Hey
Hey
Yeah yeah
Hey
I'm in da cut bout to roll up a cone
I got that pack and I Chief like Mahomes
Niggas be capping all up in they song
Man auto
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
and grinning, I'm spewing up and spinning
It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere
What? Someone
Hey, homeys!
Who me?
Yeah, that's right. You the fly hustler.
Ya'll still sellin' that fake Louie, huh?
Hey! Don't be turnin' the high side up in
they doubting me
How bout we hang 'em by his ankles from a balcony
Yo fuck what it is dog or what it's bout to be
I'm all about the paper whether in
and that's a fact
Sittin next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple sack
[Chorus]
[Game]
Yeah... Louis Vuitton don, uhh
Purple twenty-fo's yellow Lambo' I'm
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
and grinning
I'm spewing up and spinning,
It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen.
Hey you, lose that friend, before we go anywhere
What? Someone
thinking back
I had to work a job and hustle just to keep sack
Stuck in Orange Mound, ten toes down
Nowhere to go but up
I'm underground I'm so down
But
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
dick daddy, droppin you hoes in the sack
Bustin nut after nut on your motherfuckin back
If your nigga wants to make love to you, cool let a nigga know
Louis kill em' quick
I'm faster than Barry, I'm quicker than silver
I️'m sitting at your funeral next to your sister
Felt like Pac it was so poetic
Now I
by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange
purple wind and snow
I do a hit and go, split
It's hip, what's hip? When hip is just the norm
'Cause Planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all it's
wish I could afford a pistol then though
To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack
War scars,
away what? I think you better forget it
Pit-pat this Jack, get off of the crack black
It's the true fact, your record hit the pillow sack
And now
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