Lyrics:
state up in Cali they shoot ya chest
Catch a face shot in chiraq I got killers from calumet
Soy sauce the biggest boss gotta my toss favorite tec
Pull up
years straight
Got locked up, came back home, still stood strong
If you need me, then call my phone
Me and champ from the same hood, if you need
gone do (What)
If you gone push up go with yo move (On god)
Standing my ten ain't got nothing to lose (At all)
7.62 Knock him out his shoes (Blrdd)
and Mark's got the goods for all you hoods
if you've got the greenery
Dressed to depress
bent over in my pillory
swing the Speckled cx on three
and keep
and some 50 dollar jeans but I got a whole knot in my pocket
I heard you broke and down real bad but flexing on the net just stop it
I want a amg with a see
drop it low
Oh yeah there she go
Twerking dirty dancing
She ain't even know she was spotted by a playa
Hood n**** send a couple bottles over there
All I
either father up or either fantasize .. at da stoe wit ha panty size.. in my pocket like I vandalize.. never needed me a clam or tribe.. in da hood call
Casino
Light a 50 of that diesel peeling out with my nigga Be-Zo
Doing donuts in the regal
Heart blacker than Don Cheadle
Even though I'm for the people
fitted
We riding together take down the whole city
We get them together his best man turned fifty
Nigga get in my water he bound to drown
Once I see I
it's fetty
She blowing the top like confetti
Got the surgical shit like machete
Hood up anti
Bag on my side better stand by
Bitch too high better hold
Cult leader pipe up)
Real cheapskate don't give a fuck leave a bitch starving'
She ain't got no cho, she out the load like the bitch farted
4oz in my
had a bad trip
Stack my first fifty, had me feeling like I'm mad rich
Mama in the hood, I got a mover and look past this Brody catching cases, grandma
got feelings too (we got feelings too)
Lord, forgive me if I bust my gun (hey)
But I ain't dying by the hands of somebody's son
Yo, young star in
you great shit
Watch this, me and Sly Russ gon' hold down this region
I put that on my potna Wei, a pledge of allegiance
I put that on Fifty grande, not
Pops got shot
Saw the footage
Watched him drop
Bitch
Don't need no friends
Don't need no thots
I'm in yo hood
Your block on fire
No Vip I'm with the mob
My chain a banister
To hold up all these letter
50K
I came from bag'em up
I been a vagabond since under age
No suit an tie to see the federal
Versace
rapping like the plug
I'll wrap a nigga up, u should never press ya luck
Won't get my hands dirty still fuck a nigga up
Pistol hanging by my nuts
Case
creepin' through your hood
Every other night loaded with my fuckin' gat
Just hopin' that I see you
To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through
in my dms Im not gon reply
Slymir with the ball he got shoot call him Sly
Ima wild boy shoutout D Momo and Khi
We gon go camouflage then blitz you like
and hustle, 'cause my pokets on low
Got a couplah niggas dat's gon' flip em O's
It was born in my blood, I'm gon pimp em ho's (Fo' Sho'!!)
When you see me in
doing
With precision I maneuver
Through the traffic like the law
Motivated by the hood work this wood
Like itu0027s raw
I aint never seen a UFO
But
back to my grands
Hurry up I am in the rush like jackie chan
Married woman, single or engaged
Hood rats still got them to creep
Now we rock them to sleep
out my mind in one blunt
Car shakes from the beat and the drums
She said go crazy, go dumb
Go crazy, go dumb
Go crazy, go dumb, go crazy, for fun
Her ex
With my fangs,
I tear apart mammals
cnd water fowl,
Shredding them to ribbons
cfter successfully drowning them.
To warm up in the morning,
I lie
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