Lyrics:
change, they gon' be bangin' all to the end
No wait, hold up, I mean my bros
We put you up, stuck by them hoes
Check how we roll up, you already know,
name?)
(Wah, wah, wah, wah) Ayy
Real hot girl shit (ayy, ayy)
Lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (crybaby)
Look back, hold it open, now
motherfuckin' koofy
And stilla wipe a nigga down like Lil Boosie
I still hold court in the streets with my heater
It ain't no jury or a bailief we don't need him
go with her
Hold your head high, oh no nigga
Get cash like the old folks
Dodge potholes when you on spokes
Hold the .45 smokin' on dope
All white
up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew,
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
you need girl ima hold you down,
If you need a lil' dough we flipping got somewhere to go I'm whipping,
Be a love hustla whatever you need girl ima
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
lil' nigga, we release them things, ayy
Hold up, give em' hell, give em' hell
I been on the road wish me well, wish me well, yeah
Give em' hell,
bringing di tartan (woo)
Wait, wait, wait, hold up (woo)
Big surprise when I rolled up (skrrt)
It's the vibe I take note of (facts)
Flows dirty it's
when she grows up?
Aha, yeah, come on (the evil genius)
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Hailie (what?)
Come here, baby, bring daddy his Oscar (okay)
We're gonna
blue bills
We got them rockets and our pocket so lil homie be chill
Fill a wood up with sticky so we all get pilt
I be in my own lane can you catch my
Light this bitch up
if you my dawg
don't you switch up
you know I ball
when I hold my wrist up,
Run to the bag
Run to tha cash they can't
it to us
A hold up
I'm writing this song while I'm booted up
I tell her bend over she toot it up
I said I'm gone nut and she scooted up
Baby give me
Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin'
Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
No option if you froze up, always play the offense
Minute Maid peach on the rocks in my red cup
Pour a lil liquor in my drank ima turn up
She ain't talking money or no head ima dead her
Text my phone
I just want everything, I want it all in advance
They just want me to call it quits
Ho we just roll up a cig
Lil Posty don't fuck with y'all
Never
a fuck)
Booty club got these hoes bustin', they don't give no fuck (I don't give a fuck)
Uh, dually truck, I pull up muggin', I don't give a fuck (yeah,
department
I'm from the 'partments, in the 'partments
From them apartments door 112, building 2
Pissed off watchin' my cousin lil Duke
Boosie Boo from them
the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill rumor, make you flip on Lil' Cease
Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits
Rock Lil' Kim hats
room, boy, we'll squeeze in the corner
Way that he talking, you think that he know her
Hold up
See baby, this for the night, I won't see you tomorrow
no fucking movie, set it off like Lil Boosie
See niggas come around here thinking shit sweet like a fucking pizookie
She just want a lil nobu , smoke
(uh-uh)
I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil' Weezy (Weezy, baby)
Switchin' it up
Fuck it put them things on the truck (yeah)
Be mindful lil' mama
Most of these niggas talking about they got motion
Forgot to mention, they're riding another nigga wave
Get you an OG (Get up
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