Lyrics:
And that won't ever change
Like Boosie fade and Webbie afro
Purple got me smellin' funky
Red Monkey 500 dollar on 'em
You ain't seen these yet
(Wipe me
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
[Chorus]
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody f**k with me
God got my back so
Lil boosie keep his mind at ease
And god know I know
That somebody
its like hoa
That lil nigga boosie he ride on chrome,
That lil nigga boosie he get his shine on
Im to real for tv but now I live on tv,
aint
up the block, don't I?
I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?
And she got that lil' WAP, don't she?
I know how to hit a spot, don't I?
She addicted
the back and ain't none of us goin' rat,
If I ain't already ripped 'em, my brotha boosie dun flipped 'em,
We get high like a missile and we be clean
Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy
Pull up twenty inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy
Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy
Shawty mixin'
[Baby]
than a nigga could score
[Lil' Wayne]
And hit blocks with glocks
Make 'em get on the floor
[Baby]
Nigga wakin' up to alley cats and rats
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
sure you tell them (Tell 'em)
Wake up (Wake up), wake up, pray up (Pray up), stay up
Wake up (Wake up), wake up, pray up (Pray up), stay up
Wake up
'em up now
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
(The winner by
no brains (skrrt)
You can fall in the dirt right now, lil' nigga, you ain't still got no stain (still go no stain)
I can tell by the way you walk,
[Chorus:]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog
into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, Big BALLER, call up with
Probably hit the booth from Atlantic
Hoes gone jump out the boosie titanic with the quickness
Niggas gone turn into bitches
Michael Jordan gone need
I am a magnet for broken pieces
I am attracted to broken people
I pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding
And it looks like my fault
And it
the street bitch
50 come in get em gone by the weekend
OG turnt y’all lil niggas can’t be me
Back of the back with your bitch and she eating me
Used to look
Tone really grimey
Gave Tez thirty-five K and it only took a couple days
But Tez kept his cool 'cause his uncle slimey
That next week he hit 'em with
something wrong?
Always complaining, just like a baby momma, just hit the drink
Hit the smoke, playa, loosen up yo thong
Stop acting like a bitch, even if you
touchdown from the kick off
That Heinz fifty seven a one big drop sauce I'll hit the club in some flip flops for real
I'm geeked up on these pills making
up, knock 'em down
If looks could kill, they will
My body's fully loaded
And I got more ammo
Line 'em up, knock 'em down
If looks could kill, they
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga)
And I'll make my bitch talk
up my team but what do ya mean, we already traded them traitors
Spend a lifetime surrounded by fakers, in the night time you high 'cause it's safer
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