Lyrics:
The nigga that I didn't know said he had some on the weed
And stoppin' by the crib so he can get up on some cheese
I've smelled shit in the game as soon
Huh, huh, huh
Money, drugs, and sex
All in my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood, yo, yo
What up little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
is still the goldsmiths
Hold shit steady, we close-knit and deadly as a heart attack
Trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless,
straight G'd up
G'd up
Unchained on my brain ah
I told yall niggas last verse that I'm fuckin with cha brain cuz
Yall niggas don't feel this shit
Just get
fucked up, and burners tee
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo I told y'all from the start
And now (y'all know who)
Keep it G'd up, I can't slow
on the computer
I fuck with some blood niggas, GD's, Vice lords and the hoover's
No matter the gang I can make a call them niggas a do ya
I just put a drum
you G'd up get up on my level blood
If you hardcore get up on my rebel cuz
Pop him in the head like whatever what
He's a has been mother fucker or he
you G'd up get up on my level blood
If you hardcore get up on my rebel cuz
Pop him in the head like whatever what
He's a has been mother fucker or he
a drug dealer
should stuck to plan
im g'd up kicking my feet up rolling my weed up
all eyes on me
Verse
i never lose my moves cause lord is who i
Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest
[Chorus x2]
I was born a bastard, my pops was
of the bed
And I ain't do nothing
Instead of just telling me what's wrong with you
You actin like you from Compton and ya G'd up
But I don't wanna fuss wit you
clack clock nigga
Keep my shit cocked
Don't fuck with me ya'll I'm in
The zone like a zip lock
Stay G'd up, out to get my green up
Blue Chevy
Counting
on a walnut
I'm G'd up but I'm all nuts
Or coocoo, or loco
But I'm just fine with a 9 and trade ocho
Stay the fuck away from me if you talk to popo
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale está abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la
on strong hold
We going up like Sky High
I could care less about who, where, and what, why
I'm a real life Alien
Bitch this ain't no Sci-fi
Pitbull in a skirt
my chicken on me
Big dog
Pitbull
Yea, Fast lane
Yuh this cool
Baby I'ma teacher this is Drip School
Baby I'ma teacher this is Drip School
I can't show
out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow
My pops was always workin', he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in
like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up
And servin' through a stick up or somethin'
Now, I gotta pick up the pump and let it ride
All or nuthin', step aside, or you can hit the paper big time
You
pitbull pack, bloodhound gang
But you’re barking up the wrong tree, you inglorious bastard
We’ll never know what being privileged is
We’ll never learn how
drug dealers courtz Gang
Fuck your feelings
So who cares if you don't feel us?
All you niggas washed up, y'all be wash gang
My niggas super sav', we be
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