Lyrics:
because the tires were flat
I did the hundred yard dash to the top of my block
Then I grabbed a dollar bill from my left sweat sock
The bus pulled up
semi by my gut
A nigga tempt me fire up
I let that sig blow light em up
I say I ain't got that hazy
You know I got that kush
Niggas rolling on that dirt
ba da ba da bow bun that
See a PNV chain better tuck that like, likе
Pull up em bangers clappin
I got a name for madnеss, like
Niggas be lames
Turn me up JB, MTV shit
Yeah, by Five o'clock we got the drop
By six o'clock we made the stop
By ten o'clock we on this block
I see them walkin'
the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why?
I was only 15 years old, never handlin a vice lord steady growing
I learn my shit from the niggas comin up in
over put 'da bag in 'ha boobs
Bitch from 'outta town I smash at 'da room
Got my own shit on repeat on "iTunes"
For real
Young 'niggah 'eatin 'niggah
Ima Yung fly felon pulling up in a spaceship
Pull up on yo block w da chop ima spray shit
Opp pack up in wood I'm bouta face it
Yung Rebel Lowk lil
pops, intimate feelins I fell in love with den glocks, Intimate dealings i fell in love with da block
N you wonda why ah n***a stay wanted by da cops
Da
just a model in
Every sense of the word
Baby go by the bed
Let me take a picture
Smile for the cameras
cll the haters
Turn ya face
Hold ya waist
Let
pops, intimate feelins I fell in love with den glocks, Intimate dealings i fell in love with da block
N you wonda why ah n***a stay wanted by da cops
Da
step, e go reach your turn o (You go reach your turn o eh)
There's a time to crawl and a time to run (Time to run o)
Life na turn by turn, e go reach your
turn me up I'm 17, next up to make it
Get up close and walk them down, make sure his brains laid on da payment
Ain't no dodging me, you owe me sum,
up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip E-be-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding
even get respect from the O.G.'s in the group homes
Dorothy in the corner, breaking her knees when my tune's on
She mighty fine for eighty-five she musta
Sit by myself
Talkin' to the moon
Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting,
hand
Where i'm from you get your money flat
And I don't got a problem with cash
Last problem got solved like magic
Turn myself from boy to a man
Turn
the fifth, and then like a Piston, toss the Heat (Bye)
Now round the corner, up the block, cross the street
Up fifty flights, iight where the bosses meet
that)
We want the exotic, erotic ladies
Not them toxic ladies that burn a lot
I learned a lot, from junkies to ruffians
(Ruffians)
From being tied up by
to school
Such a beautiful thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queen
With big dreams for the younger sibling
O couldn't do no wrong
According
chandler man
Grrrt!
Hol' on...
Jah from da O with the toolie
Run up I'm making a movie
Try me send shots at his 2 piece
This glock'll knock ya shit loosely
Money over fame
Da ah y me pick MTN over Zain
Dropping ill tunes nuff fi make you go insane
Yesterday's price today no be same
Iller than i na myself
that we keep doin bad
Ion fuck wit niggas nah Make em get back
We carry the vibe, tune shit up as soon as we walk in the room
I approach a lil baddie I
pimp and watch him limp away
I fiend luchi till I'm fucked up old and gray
Hey, dog, I send you to the morgue
I'm from the Vernon ville blood spills
cups
Came to turn up a bad bitch? Hold up yo ice n' cups, ice n' cups
Every single o-p-p better lay low cause we clickin' up
Uh oh somebody don' dropped
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