Lyrics:
gang, gang)[00:20.51]Heard he talking to 12[00:21.38]He got carried by six[00:23.67]Catch me taking that riff like I'm Vic, 4-4 bulldog, I'm an up from
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fire
If, you don't know, who I be
You better ask somebody about me
Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put
He's a regular guy
(I can't lie, girl)
I can't deny
(I can't deny neither)
You know he drives a yellow wagon when he's passin' by
(Yo, you see me rollin'
(Aye, hello?)
Who’s there, yeah UnkNWn,
Bro too active, no Danone,
Pew pew pew, no going home
(Aye)
(Chorus)
Born by yourself, you gon’ die alone,
She
these fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, come and test me
Take about a million MC's
the grove
Hollywood 404
500 from the 4
Negative 496
Used to blow it by the O
Then I grew up & I quit
Well let me tell y'all how that went
I forget guess you
fell in love wit it
Brody toutin a tooly you know wassup wit it
Catch an opp by the deli and then we uppin it
If we talkin bout money then bitch I'm all
a problem I wit dat
Bt never try to tell me relax
Cause bitch I got problem wit dat
Bitch I got problem wit dat
Bitch I got problem wit dat
Ima do whateva
debauchery
Not fooling me
Either I'm Cupid wit da archery
Or bleedin' love
Leona Lewis wit da metaphors
Or Vocal cords open up like
Corridors in my
rich
Jus cuz I give u time
Don't mean I ain't got shit to do
Jus cuz u let me hit
Don't mean ima leave my bitch for u
I ain't wit none of that cap
I’m a schemer - I admit it
Scared to make a - real commitment
Didn’t tell you - who I live wit
Been fuckin wit shorty for a little minute
I’m
nigga no stylist
Hardly ever seen wit em niggas too childish
Run up on who lil nigga you wilding
Im in my fortress like a lil island
Fill it with
aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out
Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
give me head for free
Cuz they know who imma be by two thousand twenty three
I ain't trippin bout then I'm get it in the moment
The grass gettin
R kelly got 30
Some say he deserved it
Some say he was done dirty
If u ask me it's all tv
Hes probably somewhere on beach right now With a 15 yr old
Caulkin' my shit
Who you think you fuckin' wit?
I said recognize the mutha fuckin' Mobb hoe
I don't know nothin', juss' heard poppin' by the door
Who
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
Eastside
By: Luvinnia Flowers
In my city I rep da east
east
east
East
true
Yeah, yeah
What's poppin tville
Surround ya self wit all ya real ones
to be if you're like me and crave brutality
I've been to California by way of Tijuana
Them pinche loco gueros out there farming marijuana
I smoked about
? No
You gone fuck wit me?
Target I shoot at
Fucked it up once so it's who that?
A nigga got ties like my durag
Not jacking you who that?
Hater a target
the closet wit mics
While our kids covet J's so they can ball like Kobe
And I'm conscious, tryna force it like I'm Obi Kenobi
Now, who the fuck got idols?
they wrist
And they be thinkin' you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and asks her "who's is this?"
(yours Nelly
I'm in the jungle with lions and tigers
I swear I would die by machete
I'm on the block, if you try to run on me
ManMan pull out that MAC-11
We wit
say" shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat)
I do a Cali' style drive-by
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