Lyrics:
grams and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me
[Lac]
Look if I pull up
posted by the store
I'm same lil nigga
Who can never bag a Hoe
I'm that same lil nigga
I'm That same lil nigga
Im that same lil nigga
Now my pocket
Twenty thousand bitches (twenty thousand bitches)
Cash for my niggas (cash for my niggas)
Love for my momma (love for my momma)
I don't want your
was out right by da sto,
I don’t waste time fr, run threw dat pack I gotta get me some mo,
You owe me n ain’t tryna pay, we kick a doe, errbody lay
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Alright lil bitch Alright look aye aye
Sugga Shay let me get some money
Ahh bitch you tried think I'm tricking bitch you lied
You ain't getting shit of mine
at Follies
The girl is a sailor, she love to get party
Different night, different party
She be all on molly
I like what I like
I fuck with lil shawty, I
head cut off
Baby walkin' around with your head cut off
Their power is fear
And it surrounds me
Their signs, you can see
One day we will wake
I'm New York with my chopper who want to do Harlem shake
Lil REESE a really pop you if you get up out of place
Did I mention I'm a boss and I can put
(your highness) Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest
[Black Rob]
I be the PD world tourer, Harlem horror
Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it
got a bi with me tryna get by (get by)
She say she don't like niggas and neither do I (neither do I)
Silicone valley with the trap shit (trap shit)
don't care about bein' famous
Lord know my life in danger
That's why I keep them killers with me
Any nigga want it they can get it
Fuck nigga, li'l
to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take
and sprite my drink
Wow, it look so pink
Pink like her lil ting
Take off like a wing
I just left the bank
Shabba Shabba rank
Try to rob my ass
Shoot your ass
the store, ayy
Twenty-two ridin' with Joe (baow)
You hear a pop then that boy on the floor
I got my Glock in my lap, I'ma score
Lil' mama thick, I met her
fair for the price
So don't be rude, that's how you're gonna be viewed
If you can't afford 20 percent, then order less food
From the moment you arrive
some binoculars (blind)
We been through so many obstacles (obstacles)
If it ain't 'bout money, can't talk to you (talk to you)
I had no choice to get
sing, ain't have a thing, ain't wanna ask my mama, I used to rob
They used to tell me, "Lil' boy, get a job", still the same, on the sofa and I used
Hood on my back and I came in the clutch
Rob who? Take what? You tweakin' (Von)
I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it
I done got out the floor,
I ain't talking bout that car
I don't cuff I'm a Crip
We leave that for the narcs
I can hustle this whip and get back wit a fork
Crap and out come
come again
I had to go find me a way to go
Get it then went out and got it in
I can't wait to hit the lot again
Double cup, gucci cardigan
I'm on that
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
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