Lyrics:
lying
She gon' suck the dick while
My lil' nigga behind it
In the club had them hoes
Whooping like a siren
Get up in the game, fuck it up like a virus
nigga do not put a hoe for yo digits
Niggas be acting like bitches vice versa
Had Togo run up my digits like Curtis
Blow
They say I tweak for the price
And in the hood even steaks
Smell bad on the grill
I remember when if you was a
Hustler you was a winner
Now that's like raking up
Leaves in the winter
hood
I ain't never change up, let's get that understood
I'm in that 70805, they don't show love in my hood
Watch yo' mouth, no dissin' me, you know
switches
Two seconds it's done
By the time I was eight
All I wanted was guns
My faith with the dracc
You fire up and you done
Wherever I'm at
On my ten
I
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
they palate, uh
I'm a dog, I'm a beast, and yo' father figure
That lil' P365 was just Fat starter pistol
She got a Scorpion, too, and it'll sting you
put me in the game, I know all the plays coach
Got me locked up inna cage,
Next up is a Range Rov
Trynna build a Blueprint I feel like 96' Hov
All you
Ninja Nicki, where Ninja Man?
I don't need a hundred niggas, lil' bitch, me soon come
Dripped in YSL, one thug and one gun
These bitches gon' bow down
stackin yo money
What you grinding for, for
It ain't what you make, it's what you put up
Still flipping I ain’t
Talking bout gymnastics
Spending my cop
on the beat leave the hood feeling graced
One thing thats fasho ima make sure we straight
I bet by the end I go down as a great
Fuck how you feel boy I mean
I remember the day when we would jugg on computers
My lil' bitch in Bermuda
These haters be startin' up so many rumors
Finessin' a country-ass
stack me up a Millie then go put it in safe
Come back n go lil harder Cuz I'm on that paper chase
Roll me up a blunt, light it up, then smoke it
be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood
Keep it good, protect the money that you make
You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together
No matter
the bank (O oh)
Big piggy bank, put it in the bank
(Lil Purpp bless yo trap)
Big piggy bank, put it in the bank, ooh
Hopped in the motherfucking space coupe
the Hood," stoppin to scratch a lotto ticket
[Swave Sevah]
Yo, I feel the sudden surge given me the urge to speak (yo what up?)
Scream somethin that's absurd
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood, where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O-G
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood, where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O-G
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
[Intro: N-Tyce]
Yo, yo
[N-Tyce]
While you on interviews on M.T.V.
I'm in the country, sippin' beer, and I've done been through three
'Cause
setup by his bitch
Your time's up
I'm 'bout to air the whole switch
You find us, she'll probably be on my dick
If crime pays, lil' nigga never did shit
caught the hint hint
I bet he wonder where his bitch went
I put my hood on like I'm Kenny from south park
Aye u either give up or you heart
I'm having my
We heard o' ya bitch muhfuckas poppin' shit
We murder ya! Biatch!
Run up in ya crib snack up
Ya kid then murk yo Pa
You don't know what I do to ya! Uh
lil baby hold up yeah
Baby is you on that type of time
What if this is just a sign?
I'm just tryna pick apart yo mind
Why you can't make up yo mind
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