Lyrics:
riding
We sliding with choppas and sticks
Niggas talking out they ass
This Glock gon' shoot off your dick
Fucking that bitch, like the craft levitate
When
tryna get in her bed
She just tryna get in my will
I'm rollin' on two wheels
So, bitch, don't tell me, "Chill"
I don't drip, Bob just spills, she's
mystery you dissin' me you dissin' my clique
And ain't no question we come steppin' straight to get in your shit
So why you actin' like a bitch? Puttin'
They may not understand in the language that I speak
But these atoms gonna copy when I bring that fucken heat
Not fucking with a bitch
Never playing
to baddie who be working and she look like Rubi Rose
Split the profit ninety/ ten why we stay up on the road
Can't see who up in it zero tinted windows
(This
confusing
Bitch we'er unencumbered now im
Done with you back to fuck savage's
Motivation bitch you fucked a
6th grader and went in even
Further you fucked
amends
Mante going crazy he flowing again
Scottie no pippen came in this b*tch drippin
Them 4s is still tipping
Throw it with my hands
Yeah
I need
that's right
Bitch I got a strap
I am not a dyke
Keep moonwalking and he can get sniped
R E S P E C T baby girl your my ecstasy
I be home by tonight
Damn, I got the A.P.C. jeans
Damn, rockin the Givenchy jeans
Damn, got your bitch all on my dick
Damn, no I do not rock no wings
Damn, Alexander
of the village
Trained by the wolves in the woods
To avenge on the men who elected themselves my killers
Mike's a villain, Nick Hooks chillin'
We don't have
hit this cancer stick, I live life how my grandpa did
Smoke a lotta cannabis I'm lit, I still can't stand a bitch
My show gone run forever I'm an angel
We're live in Marin City
Joining the manhunt for
The four suspects in the Marin City massacre
Where six police officers and
Three informants have
We done scooped the place and
We gone run this bitch for the whole duration
That’s motivation jg wentworth style
Hundred down I want it now
I’m so
get violent
Cause we got rounds and we always wildin
We on that timing, where you get your P's from
Cause we got them pounds and we got them trees
You
California with some new shit
I'm Sir Too Short I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money we don't rap for fun
Five
that GTA"
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
side we the hat gang
In the Bronx that's the mac game
That's what happened when OG Mack came home
On this side kids do drugs
On this side kids gang bang
Stay re'd up no waitlist
Thank God I ain't catch no cases yet
I'm still stuck in this matrix, uh
So many problems I'm facing, uh
So high I start shaking
MalNoCrawford one and only, i can do this shit in sleep
Gotta watch that door connect to the floor niggas(they) playing for keeps
Regardless of a situation, i
get it
Shit, bitch, I pop like Diddy
I pop like when he gon' stop? When it's empty
And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci
Trap me, I'm in there
sleep, I lay em down
Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle
We don't play around
With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick
chasing
If I get this cake in reckon you're racing
Apologies stating
Baking off with cake not baking
I gotta change while chasing status
I'm still craving
Some people waiting for this, Jalen exist
Paying my bills and I'm on a still thrill
Put on my shit bitch I'm feel like I'm poppin
Fuck or not she
wanna be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so just pass it
And stop kissing
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