Lyrics:
barrel! (My barrel)
All you artists walkin' 'round with yo' wack raps (wack raps!)
And gettin' fucked by the game Kat Stacks! (Kat Stacks!)
And any nigga
He's got the green timbs with the fat laces, hahaha
Yo, yeah, uh huh
Checking in, nigga
You say why I call you nigga, think about it
You went
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
As far as I can see
You right in front uh me
Filter off high self esteem
Maybe the baddest I've ever seen
She walkin Chanel
She talkin Chanel
Chanel
brother Cool, I'm out here by myself, it got me vulnerable
And I done been betrayed, don't even care to hide it, crossed me in my face
Fucked up once, so
bitches handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin' by, the women sayin', "Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am
Slide on yo bitch make them pussy
Lips gett’em wetter & greater
Then it's back to the grave
That i go nothing more
In a 4 that I’m tipping
Slow mo, no vhs
I wanna ride in foreigns I'm stackin this money and walkin it straight to the bank, she always cryin bout what I be doin you in your feelins I'm
I came from the trenches I follow a code
I die bout respect any nigga get bold
I spent about forty keep hundreds in folds
Say run that by poopie that
barely walkin out
For a thievin ass hoe (?) mark it out
It's one mo' body in the hall for now
Verbal assault killer, calm him down
I open fire, made
A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
Ren-incarnate
Dropping West coast shit in every motherfucking state
Motherfucking legend, y'all niggas be knowing
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on going
of why'all freaks want to get down
with the biggest nigga in town the world renowned
You can meet me downtown in the lobby
walkin' past niggas that's dry
of why'all freaks want to get down
with the biggest nigga in town the world renowned
You can meet me downtown in the lobby
walkin' past niggas that's dry
up high, lets ride cause
New York is back
Yo, the hammer and the muzzle came together
All I did was hold on to the pieces 'til the puzzle came
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
a 40 by mistake (Racks)
I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (Racks!)
I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (Stacks)
If I take
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
yo' eyes like a envious bitch
I'm in rooms with politicians talkin' business and shit
Hear you come with your opinion, ain't solicit that shit (DJ
feel one way but you end up walkin' out the door.
Ayo dawg listen I love that bitch
Cause of some bullshit I don't trust that bitch
Cause of the kid I'm
hurdles like I fit in
Spirit fightin' like I'm Kenin
I Walk by faith, not by sight got me Christ walkin
Not afraid of their eyes got me Christ walk-in
Yo
buck in yo' head while you beg on your knees, uh
Plenty of bustas been put in the morgue
And they chillin' down in the cold freezers
Teflon
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo I park where da crack at
Heads by packs at
Down in Philly
Where my niggas roll crabs at
Pack gats at
Run up in a label
Take
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