Lyrics:
were you when I was in the trap (Huh?)
The block was hot, thirty eight on my lap (Boom-boom-boom)
I was keepin' the whole hood strapped
Every week, new
that dementia, Alfonse Capone
And I know where my money at, I know it's long
Ain't in the backyard again, I'm in the front, no Tyrone, boom
I'm way too
on our own since we was 15
We didn't have no people by our side, we just wanna live for you
I don't want that nigga dead, please
I wouldn't dare do
I
By any means necessary
Couple million buried in the cemetery
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, jealous niggas envy
Got me grippin' heavy 'case a nigga
Your bitch kinda like me, keep away 'fore I pound her (boom, boom)
Watch her add the icing, on the stove bakin' brownies
I could break a brick down,
Rpt (grrah, grrah, grrah)
4Sev, 4Sev
Snatch it down, nigga (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
Ayy, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put a O
around and just hit, Like,
She cute and she fit and she know that the opps be racist like mit,
Put him in the mix, let it mix like spit,
You niggas be
by, better get back
Stone high on a big dip
Finna jump off, better listen
Silly lames spreading rumours
Bad mind on that rugah
My way to the g-spot
Imma
hearts in need of stealing
Banana my clip
You making me trip
Shawty I love you
Even in the mix
Gimme the time and I be in the bits
Can't meet with
Fast cars, fast life
Always shinin' when you livin'
In the flash lights
Take a couple shots, let's the beats play
By tonight we should be
Spinnin'
It all just started as soon a nigga was born
All these niggas be sick just by sitting down jacking off and watching some porn
Can’t lie in 5th
clubs wows
Big mac
With the whip
Two cribs for the spy
And I got the smith swish
Yeah swiss in my right arm
In my backyard
I got racks n stacks in my
Been a whole year, Dubskii in a spliff
(Oh, yeah)
Asked 'em, how many Vatos got hit?
Deli, Breezo, Bito, Sitch
Why you claim I got beat by a blick?
"Without I, you can't even spell commitment"
Do you get it? Listen, I'm so fuckin' in the mix, bro can get it
Hit it, whip it, mix it, flip a brick
as fast as I could
By the sound of the voice I new it couldn't be good
In front of Royal Sounds I heard the news,
Mix was gone and the Uncle's getting sued
At the entrance of the club
E bi like continue
She makes me go inside the club
To wait for part two
She got me going crazy
I come dey go down low
So
Yeah
Mr. Weezy Baby Nigga
It Go always strapped when I hit the club
niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since im paid
niggas be
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit
Scarface is on the mix
So yo suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich or somethin' bitch
See I come from the place known
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit
Scarface is on the mix
So yo suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich or somethin' bitch
See I come from the place known
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
against the gang
You might as well die
Call my 5 at JG Park
We been thugging outside
We been hanging out, be at the Park by 5: 05
Baby Stone Gorillas, we
fear me
Got these niggas runnin all wild
From my double are when we ride
Motherfuckers is sure to die
Boom once I enter the room
In the air all
Had a few medinas one night, we decided to hit this club
Twelve deep, gotta freak, 'cause y'know I got major pub
Little did I know that I was in for
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