Lyrics:
man, y'all make us do what we do (Aphilliates nigga, pay attention)
Envy
All they do is envy
Don't they know what's in me?
Don't they know I'm
these words
The tears, they feel good on my face, hey
And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
If I don't love you, how I'm supposed to?
paste
Used to play kicks on the L, now it's showdown
On the pitch, I'ma shoot on stage, get bunned like sage, You don't wanna get blown down
You don't
that scope
When I hit them little bitches
Like Remy my nigga
You save 'em, we slay 'em girl I ball
Whip whip whip, whip it
Me and your bitch in
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
concealed
Heard they on me and they worried 'bout my paper trail
I'm at work while you goin' on vacation there
They don't make 'em like they used
won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
But I admit it, it
would come in handy
I got in just in time for chow, which is the
Overall term used for what
They call breakfast, lunch
And dinner i only ate the veggies
face
Got this .30 on me, make 'em run away, yeah
Bitch, I'm gettin' paid
I was in the trap whippin' shit like a slave
Can't put trust in these
made he knees wobbly
Mentally it used to fuck with her
Im just gone be honest
Fuckin with all type of niggas
Like she made it a trend
Livin at grandma
hoppin' to it, fuckin' bunnies
Real nigga, one hundred, you tryna do it
I done it i spit sick on this rap shit
Make 'em sick to they stomach
I'm clean, man,
on the trigger
Like John Wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill
Man I handle my business strickly on the real
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch
stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak
And it's that same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell 'em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my
lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean,"
could make a killin' (killin')
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don't care about your feelin's (fuck 'em)
Ooh,
at the cops like
I never heard of Jakes
I been pumpin D, since days of humpty
They can make a million dollars
Just bein' my flunky
I got a set of soldiers that
And then don't shot cribs, they gon' give you one chance
Like nigga, come outside or we gon' come in, boy
I don't sleep on no beef
(We ain't sleeping
know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young
to make a living)
They act like they don't but they know
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used
like that I'm shy
No one by my side, everyone is blind
Apathetic lives don't reach out to neighbour
I apologize, I shouldn't have been born
Why am I
Talking:
what's that big baby?
You know what's sound dog
They gon' like this here, ya heard me?
They go like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck 'em
on your throat
We can't even rob you and your mans 'cause you're all broke
(Hook)
Why the fuck they always out to get me?
Act like I can't touch 'em 'less
take him down it's a burial
Might go deep in that water I feel like I'm Ariel
I don't fuck with these bitches you know they so extra
Yeah that boy got no
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