Lyrics:
wrist and Benz water
Could it be?
Hoppin' out, fresh up off the corner
Could it be?
How you want it?
Paid off, you pissed off, you angry
How you
Take 'em back Hatch
Take 'em back, take 'em back
In tha rental Jag
I remember nigga
Gettin' plenty ass
Garfield Street
We grew up youngstas
Kermit
She don't care bout them hunnids she
Pull 'em out the purses
Lil bitch I'm the dab king I
Fuck her like a virgin she say she got a 9-5
I know that
hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call
I do my lil 2-Step
Look, Imma do my lil 2-Step
Have em' screaming westside, way I hit em' up
Have em' screaming westside, way I hit em' up
Yeaa, then
a bozo
I get the cheese, YG's do the beef
They in the field, bottom of the cleats
Caught 'em by himself straight heat
Put that on something on Piru
checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
The real ones been dying
The fake ones is lit
The game is off balance
I'm back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty
come from out of town, I like to show her off
They like to act tough, she like to tow 'em off
And make 'em straighten up their hat 'cause she know they
a break, I had the city for a decade (argh)
Culture top three, we done started up the wave (wave)
You only get your flowers when I put 'em on your grave
that's a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine, most saying, young n**** blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil
yeah
She hit the main stage she make the people say yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
I could put you in the condo
All the way up in Toronto
Baby put
ya weight up
And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask
It's that's Boosie Badazz, straight up!
Angels runnin' us off, I ain't runnin' my
Lil Shorty a trip she dope
I drive the whip while she drives the boat
I hit a lick I put her on
She ran it up so now she has her on
I knew that
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
at the safe, fuck a safe haven
They play with my name and I can't take it (lil' bitch)
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you
ain't heard I hit a lick
Now my money right
Spend it on the u-haul dipping on the turn pike
Call up my dogs
Rag on my face
Bodies gon fall
Tell em
keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
And watch it go up in flames boy
Blow up tha game boy throw up
to give my home a little platform
Let'em hit accomplishments that y'all trying to hit
Get on Twitter and let me brag for'em
I don't want to make it
I just
for you and yo friends
Glock hold Five with a Glock 23 by my side I gotta treat em like twins
She told you she wasn't gonna cheat on you no more
But she
it was on TV
Police shot the lil' homie, he was dead in the street (dead)
Now they twistin' up the story talkin' 'bout some guns
Tellin' lies to his
the theme
And when they choose up, they get broke for everything
I ain't mad at 'em, they just wanna be seen
Flossin' witta boss a picture in
swinging on em
You coochie
When niggas wit they Niggas, that's when they be Tough
See you by their Lonely nodding their head "Wats Up"
Fuck all that. You
Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
our nails, hit Mimi for the manicure
Only thing we were duckin' is them Lambi' doors
The party is
Hold the fuck up, Tyga, run that shit
He with
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