Lyrics:
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
fast, but not fast enough
'Cause karma keeps on catching up to me
And if my past becomes the death of me
I hope you understand
For your eyes, do you
want it
I got lil' niggas that'll dump it out the Focus
You don't know about young niggas that so happen to run shit
And I keep a two-piece with me, I
time
But get yourself together 'fore that out day
.45 black like Akon
Choppa screamin' like Lil Jon
Glock 9 on my waistline
I dare a nigga try
[Lil Jon]
Lil Jon, East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, shit we pimpin bitch
[Bridge]
Baby I just want you to know
That I don't trust you but I need you
these Goddamn chains on
You think?
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna
grah, shootin' out the Hummer today
I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumping today, yeah
One bad move, I'ma dump at his face
Keep the toolie by my
(uh-uh)
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (hm, hm)
It was hard in the streets (it be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (huh? What?)
It be
make that ass clap
Like it's proud of me
She said "I will" like ill with an apostrophe
It's lil' Tunechi, word around on the streets
Now everything
on you
While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass (uh huh), keep my lady laced (ooh)
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
Betta not
I'm sliding through your city while you peeping through the blinds
Walking in and out of streets and they treat me like it's mine
I got hoes, I got
but it just gettin' worse
Ain't nothin' funny why you laughin'? Nigga wipe yo' smirk
Man they took Lil Wayne head out his foreign riding and it hurts
lil baby
We got dutches we got black an milds
Now we acting out ain't stressing on no bitch
You know we smoking by the fucking ounce
Passing out, i got
Or probably with Roney
I go by Trill Rill cause he
Be up in the morning
See, that's that penitentiary shit and he
Been out for a minute but I'm up!
Birdman keep
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
Get your paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
Get your paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
Fuck his bitch, I love to see it
I been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did
All my ex-hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my mix
I wanna bust it on your face
He wanna see my shit squirt like he squeezed it
He finned out on this pussy he need it
He wanna keep it like lock it
Grrt, boom, boom
Lil Tjay
Oh, oh
Uh
Streets got 'em, ain't no savin' them boys
Grandma tryna pray to the Lord
Raise hell if they take one
watch and chain?
Kick back, lil' nigga, and watch the game
Get your mob rocked and what not
We keep it poppin', like a drug spot
The streets know what's
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