Lyrics:
Move bitch get out the way
We ain't got time for all
Your Barbara Walters shit today
Yeah your team be comin' at me
Like the set of 60 minutes
Y'all in
cap
Better get out the way nigga
Peep what I say nigga
We
Don't do no talking just bring yo muthafukn issue
Get hit with the missiles
Removing yo
sooner, you know
I've finally been invited
And there's no way that I'm turning this offer down, you know
I'll do whatever it takes
Anything
Hey, we living
Oh shit, yo, ya know I'm sayin'?
That shit just shot duke in the face
(That nigga right there!)
Nigga gotta be dead
Fuck that then, let's rob
a handout we rather learn the Game instead I
Quit my 9 to 5 that shit dead
Ima leader so I think it's time I led
Yea
Droppin in the pocket sometimes You gotta
I’m sorry we done came up
Sorry nah you niggas ain’t real enough
Sorry you hate the lames that I came with
Sorry you hate the broads that I roll with
and Army in the fridge when you get home
Remember that night? You was all like
Maybe we should go our seperate ways for life
I hit the lights fit you
and Army in the fridge when you get home
Remember that night? You was all like
Maybe we should go our seperate ways for life
I hit the lights fit you
roll up the zoot hit a three in the hoop pick up that's a scoop
Found a way to make the loot kinda scary peek a boo
We jump in the booth all day whats
to the face
I roll
That's what I know
What I know
What I know
What I know
I got bens in the bank
And I'm just being frank
Imma show u fakes
What's dough
by a hate regime
That's Comprised of racist fiends
PIC on his neck
The cops don't show him no respect
His own land think he a threat
All way up
on
And I'm smoking trees
And I was trying to be
Smoking Mary Jane
And I'm caked up
I just got another bank roll
Never trapped, but I got 8 hoes
And they all
can't call on me)
Taking Percocets for pain 'cause I got scars on me
Driving Rolls Royce, now I got stars on me (got stars on me) (Cutta we rich)
I
motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that hoe so nasty
Huh,
motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that hoe so nasty
Huh,
we turn up just to lower the tension?
Hit send, hit send, that's not mention
Solo the cup and so is the mission
Rubbing my chest like I'm sick with
and keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the beat
some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
"It's all about makin' that
But that shit hurt me in so many ways when my lil brother died
In Houston when we fucked on Z
Ran it up 40 in a week
Never had to question yo loyalty
and head to where that currents seen,
This is how they heard of me, now watch as I murder these,
Instrumentals with my mental urges like a lurking fiend,
ain't got no friends
I'm tryna find a way that I could breathe again
And frankly I don't give a fuck it's only part time
I know that we gon have to make
"Hello"
"Colt Ford, what's going on brother"
"BG how you feelin' son?"
"Doing alright cuz
Think it's about time
We take 'em back down that dirt
"Hello"
"Colt Ford, what's going on brother"
"BG how you feelin' son?"
"Doing alright cuz
Think it's about time
We take 'em back down that dirt
The way a girl needs to roll
You don't need a lot of money
I'm ready come pick me up, pick me up
(Baby I know a place that we can go to be alone, yeah)
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