Lyrics:
Y'all already know who I am right?
Dolla $ign i go by the name of DJ Mustard
Like this, let's go
She work hard everyday
Got a thing for girls that
the bitch gotta go
Me and Bunny ballin' like pick and roll
I had nothin', posted right by the store
In the foreign, I'm with Rico and Doe
Hood favorite,
They gave big Paul life but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name and 50
[unknown singer]
Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down
I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town
{*car tires peeling out*}
I'd come but I came insane
Born braincell killas, scramblin niggas brains
If you gotta go you gotta go I like the six-fo
I'm pullin GTA's, it ain't
like hey
Hey
Now every day I wake up in a queen size bed with a king size smile on my face
Now everywhere I go got a fire in my soul
I'm always trying
gettin' wet, just by my aura
Shit gettin' wet, I make her sore
Nothin' but slat
Nothin' but wack
Nothin' but flak
You niggas is emptyin' out all the caps
I
enough would ever say racism ended
I get winded by the weight of it all
'Cause everybody talkin' shit but don't know nothin' at all
Yeah, I thought I
it's a fact, you've been hitted by the Master-I
Emcees want to gun me, take my life from me
It's funny but still ain't nothin' move but
Four
I'll just slide to the next lo
I was the one from the get go
If that bitch a neck goat
Better stick to the bitch never let go
I jus make the shit
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Five, four, three, two, one
Begin attack
Begin attack
Ah, hip, Swass, down
Konvict, Konvict ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Go gangsta – ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Go gangsta, keep boppin' (Block Boy up!)
Rock with me, let's get this
tires spinnin' like that,
That's why we use nothin' but mud tires 4X4
You got your hair slicked back in your skinny jeans,
Collar popped up and your
Someone who stays high
High
Watching their life go by
By, by
Someone content with riding behind
Ride that
Nigga
They come in all colors
White,
Y'all know what's goin' on
21 Gang 'til I'm gone
4L Gang 'til I'm gone
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon'—
Roll the window down, stick
the hills
Four times your homies tryna be me
Fuckboy better go
Better lick up all your hoe
Run boy, run boy, to the window
Slow the tempo
Better go low
Bitch
to heal this
We just pretend
We want more freedom, nothin' to see here
Nothing to heal this
It's 4 AM, our families are sleepin'
We're all alone, our
Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)
Now my community's gated and I
Made it and my neighbors say hi (say hi)
I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim
Ain't no
had bags in it
Sheets was recordin had a wire, askin' shit
Four days before I came by she got bagged wit' bricks
Crossed the line from her world
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts,
guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't
Produced by: yz虎
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊
Aye
Spider joint parked aside this Bimmer
Designer piece, collaborate Adidas
Outta club, got these
really feel it when you chewin' on a bean
I been out my mind, fuckin' bitches by the threes
Speedin' in the Benz and the tank on E
You gotta go and get
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