Lyrics:
Got say a lil somethin' to my fans (ah)
Since this is the end of the c.d.
I gotta say a lil thank you to all my fans and everybody that help.
This
can have a lil' drink, you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that (like that)
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would
the button to crank
Yeah i fucked that bitch for a pint, swag
I got a dab like a shank
Chopper city like a New Orleans Saint, yeah
I wanna fuck, Gucci bag
I'ma
raisin' your hands
Then you got Q that's my right-hand man
Shout out Little Dave sittin' shotty in the van
Everyone I came with travel like a gang bitch
colors, be cautious
One phone call'll have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for
Carlito don't need no co-sign (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Hottish shit out, that's why Lil Durk had signed me (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Play, me and Varney
you or me
It seems that the system is working
At least for you and me
Now that everyone's taking care
In the community
You better take care in
comin', a hunnid miles and gunnin'
I'm still runnin' with cats that rob
From the era of XL 80's and hatchback Saabs
(Same game) Operation for this
too young to cum
Then engage him with them candy rings
Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob
I broked her chicko's sticks
Guys
this shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you don't know who to gas,
me shit, man your life's whack
Trap City in my city that's my rack
U know City this is Rack city
I'ma rapper call me Kash Pleen
Trap city bitch,
(oh)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know this lil' phony
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get shaked at by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
the masses
Trick Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah that motor be the fastest bitch,
They call it Motor City
'Cause you're most
the city up
As if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
(Bitch, I'm back out-)
Yeah
To the left of that
Rob and his crew
Now tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Ya know, that's why
(Love's gonna get you, love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna
pray that my step-pops stay off that crack pipe
So mama could sleep at night, I know it's been hard on her
I was ripping through the streets, it was
that you can't blow up
Do you know who you're fucking with? Lil' Rob con gonega neta
Leva you can bet your butt I'm down
Little vatos follow as I lead
shot him
Tried to rob me, pussy nigga, stop playin'
Goons on deck, ill put a bag on your head
Ain't no favors, cause I need that money
Bitches actin'
the city Free Meek milly
If he ever need to talk, I hope he know I'm out here prayin' for him
'Cause nothin' is by chance (by chance)
Give me
shit don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and I told him
The moment he signed me that I'll be
de la Renta
That Fendi she got plenty
Chanel and YSL
She do it by herself
She Dior it
Don't know how she afford it
But she gorgeous yeah
She's a bad
servin' a sentence
Only want four, I used to knock hoes
When it got slow, I used to rob
Why you fuckin' with them lame niggas?
I'm the same nigga that
the cut, have you streamin' (yeah)
Momma don't know what a lil' nigga feelin' (uh-huh)
Daddy been gone, all my brothers stay trippin' (uh)
Oh, for every
lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up, cause I know it's a dream
Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em
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