Lyrics:
count it,
No count it over in the mix
Day going slower,
Nope not time to motor
He estimated over me not being a crook
Count it over
Yo only
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
It's us
Damn, damn
Damn (it's us)
Me and Vezzo don't do double cups, yeah, we truly stackin' it
mix me a beat
We in the club shorty feelin the freaks
I'm in the hood or I'm on TV
You can't mention the South 'less you mention me
Cause I'm the nigga
I ain't never gonna stop talking bout the Money
The cars the chains the house
Keep accumulating the bag past 30
40 50 60
Know they wanna be me
I
in the mix
Me and bro was hitting every store, got gifts and we the grinch
Niggas, bitches, you can't come around if all you do is flinch, nigga
This
every dansa
This ya favorite song
Out fa fun tonight
Dancing all night long
Mix the magnum in the sprite
And things can’t go wrong
Settled in da zone
(listen)
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon get by mother fucker
Listen
I ain't in love with the situation
But I'ma get by
used to be
Oh what a privilege what a privilege what privilege
This that family business so you know we gotta play by the rules
Never mix family with
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
Clappin' a pound, he ain't pattin' me down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie
a plaintiff went to court
But let off as long as you're paid off by your boss
You don't have to stop it's the start of your fall from the top at what cost
ridin' until I die bitch
Do you want to get fucked up?
Do you want to see me tear da club up?
Do you want to get bum rushed?
By niggas wit triggas
Tell me you know this nigga,
Naw they betta stop playin,
He sped up around,
And drove right in front of us,
Could be one time,
Just tryin to bust
(Whoah)
Can’t nobody do it how I do it
All you broke n***** you can keep it movin’
Don’t talk to me, you ain’t holdin’ bands
Do it good, I can do it wit’ no
im dead
Tell me im dead
Bitch im fucking dead
Bitch im fucking dead
He was talking shit I make him run much
Trap look like a sams club
Like the hoover
a trip to Club Cooter
I was greeted out front by recruiters
Told me if I go in, that I'll get tutored
On how to get down with Club Cooter
Wait, what?
On my way to chess club, label me an outlaw
Graduate, the head of my class
Top floor
Better go through college fast
Mop floors
Working off the books
brother's they grip on em sticks
No I can't get caught in the mix
My bro that my slime yeah he grip on em sticks
Call up my slime yeah he hittin em licks
I
May I say this while I got a couple on my hit list
I leave the club
With a full cup
The bill already given
Monday her head frizzy but by Friday
on
Bout to set a blaze, so pass me a light
It's about to be a good night
You can spend the night, but you can't be my wife
So until then, let's enjoy
I'm down bad but I'm fucked up
I mix the upper with the downer in my cup
Cuz I'm tryna get over you by getting under
Under someone I won't remember
other man
I guess i gotta stop he t-tuggin on my hand
He was lookin good but he was on that goose nah
You cant get me loose less you got that juice
Its
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