Lyrics:
pardon me, I'm sorry
Used to move like Billy the Kid, don't try me
Young gun, I was a YG like Yo Gotti
This is the remix, I'm loading up three clips
I
told 'em, "Fuck him, go get his crew"
'Cause you already know what them hitters do
Rich ass nigga and he got yo' ho (got yo' ho)
Flooded my diamonds
boy, oh boy
Me and yo' baby brother we keeps the rhythm
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my
Seven, way before Mase was a reverend
I was a young nigga making A's at 11
At 12, trying to get that taste of the Heaven
Or Hell, only time gon' tell
Fuck
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
tell you bout that ho that i know
Bout that ho that i fucked, bout that ho
I'mma tell you this bitch
Ask me something bout the ho though
Young Based God
Yo
(We Murderers, baby)
Da Murderers
(I'm here for you, baby)
I.N.C.
(I'll ryde for you, baby)
Vita, Ja Rule
I be runnin' and gunnin' them down
(We
ball
Free my nigga Woo, or should I call him Mr. Finna
Yeah, Gotti want a show but shit, I'm finna have a spin-off
Take a nigga ho, you never told me
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
You know we ridin through the D
You know we thuggin nigga
You know we thuggin nigga
Catch me ridin with Lil mula
Maybe ridin with Lil T
You know we
all any means
I came up strong arming nigga's
Ripping the pockets off jeans
I'm feeling like John Gotti - Go B
I'm finna go do me a robbery - Go B
you can be touched
Young niggas in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush,
Yeah we are young moola (ha ha)
Eyes and ears
And we run this bitch
[Chorus:]
Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack (that right)
Roll with duck
milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th
A to the motherfuckin' K
Back in the days, niggas they
Yesterday your little man got killed
And all he ever wanted was a bank roll
But he died too young 'cause the game's cold
Most niggas ain't know, or they
other rappers
I be thuggin' so you better watch the way
That you approach me
Don't give a fuck about the
Fame nigga what you mean
Strapped up with that
out since wild-a-beast
Ho nigga ain't no fam to me
Grown man ain't no child to me
Brick Squad ink on my body
Got more charges like John Gotti
You Just
Just a bunch of young niggas thuggin', Montana
All we do is flex
On that steroids bitch watch that money stretch
Never knew nothin', I'm stuntin' cause
Stack it up
I tell that little hoe back it up
I get the money then stack it up
Feel like Yo Gotti I rack it up
Hoes change like the season
Niggas
Yo once a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll
mama still bring yo clothes
Young niggas talm bout nigga old
Yo mama still clip yo toes
Talk My Shit
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
move like a gangsta (Yeah)
Nigga think I'm slippin' (Yeah), try me, I'ma spank ya (Yeah)
Catch me by myself (Uh-huh), nigga, I'm more dangerous (Yeah)
The chief he bouta bust a nut
She don't give fuck
She bool with gang
She throw it up
HBO yo hoe
She tryna make
A movie
Her nigga talkin crazy
We got
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