Lyrics:
'm not resisting ain't got no hand gun
Say Mr. Officer don't shoot me
I just wanna make it home and be family
It's another minority shot down by a special
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
love, don't fight,
Let's fuck tonight
Let's fuck tonight
Turn up this mutha and let it play
I know you like my bumper
Don't be ashamed
Don't even wonder,
call her a vacuum
Up in my head, nobody to talk to
When you down bad, who gon' call you
When you down bad, who gon' call to
Only person I'm calling is
and back to New York
I twist the cap, pop the cork
and take a long walk to the court
Buddha, I spark chill wit my crew
Who it be Mr. Cheeks when I sip
rappers assed out I'm still shooting like a free throw
How are you a stepper but you ain't stepping on shit
Got shot by your cousin shoulda handled him
these niggaz scurry from choppers wit clip extentions
All hataz be flinchin when I appear in they dimension
Strivin on bad intentions puttin niggaz life
from nothing now you see me pop out the brunch hen..
surpass everybody by a landslide
fly first class now I'm up in N.Y
and I was sent by Wyclef
to be
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
fed niggas who turned to be snakes
Now they ass on the menu
Showed niggas love did that shit like we blood
And when I turn my back niggas be out to get
fight back, so you can get dropped
It`s time to see who`s nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you want to be a mack
I`m not
(T-Dre)
I'm just coastin' drop the top and roll straight S.M.V.C.C. 805 it's the ghost stay ain't no place that I'd rather be then the B.I.G B.A.D
girl dreams of herself in pearls
Wanna be the fast driver of a shiny car
But the good girls suddenly the bad girls
Just because they wanna be a movie
Lil' nigga guess who's next up? I've been going too fast, catch up
Baby, I be eating shrimp and pasta I be steady moving like a mobster
Lil' nigga
Real hot shit lil mama
We don't fall in love with the jewels cos it ain't forever
People say that I'm the best I got to be better
If I can't fix it
down
By Mr Tom Hughes town
I got a woman
Lives on Stony Hill
She used to sit down and gamble with
Mr Buffalo Bill
He's a bad man
You got
I got big drip
I stay with the fishes
Don’t need a Mrs
Don’t really do kisses
You niggers be cappin
That’s all fiction
I need that land back, please
mr.tech
When I make it imma flex
Humbled shown in em baguette
Nigga we some youngings who be
Paper chasing for a check
Ian gon lie that shit den hurt but We
Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with
because I ain't never been scared
When Lil Percocet slide, he don't want nothing but your head
I ain't never ran from a nigga
Sometimes I forget I got lead
challenge me nigga you know I leave you in the dust
You know I’m a mutha fucking veteran
I ain’t fucking with you lil nigga you irrelevant
Balling on these
candle
And I'm finna flip her backwards
Have her sliding off tha mattress
No moving no acting baby this is real action
Beat it up so bad
You be scared
this ring (Yeh you know that right)
But I still don't know her name (Her name)
My ride or die queen shine like a star
Who will be by my side from
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