Lyrics:
Label on me say my project poppin' yeah it's Pippen ayy
Run up on me, .40 like you're Pippen, leave me limpin', ayy
Bitch, I'm Slickback with that slap,
a real good time
It's nice of you to check up on me
Just to see how I was getting along
But I had already gotten over it baby
Before you were even gone
She need a Audemar
& a Philippe Patek
Gotta get it by any means she running up a check
She pop Dom Pérignon
Then pop a Percocet
She got tired
sayin', so I holla at her I say
"Ay man check this out, man I seen ya over there
Hollin' at ole boy, I ain't hatin' on that
You know what I'm sayin'
night
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city - no one can do it better
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up
up now I feel elevated, hit my bro Swisha to check on the babies
Fam over everything it ain't no trading, gotcha girl on her knees like she was praying
unit
Catch me by myself
I'm only sayin' bullshit
I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply
1 time for my bitches
2 times for my guys
3 times for my 4 5
Gotta keep it by my side
6 deep when we ride
7 in the morning
Gotta get up and get
In my heart I know it's a little boy
Hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
in the paint
I’m feeling like Mase on a day 2 day
Bad b come my way had her gone by 8
Cuz she hates the estate
Country boy that’s Memphis
BTG getting
pineapple, actin a fool
Step out my balcony and check out my view
I'm lookin brand new, I get menages crunk
Lucky look cleaner then Andre Monk
Open up my
and perfected the grind (grind)
Makin' million dollas moves six figa checks will get signed (signed)
Slim Thug you up next to shine and I can't even lie
Wit me
Carmelo (Carmelo)
This is for the boys who sip purple and sip yellow (yellow)
Shorty shake ya jelly like jello (huh)
She curvy like a J.lo
Damn baby poke me
and perfected the grind (grind)
Makin' million dollas moves six figa checks will get signed (signed)
Slim Thug you up next to shine and I can't even lie
Wit me
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
I'm from the O-A-K-C-L-I-F-F With my niggas are by myself, don't bite my tongue
Don't hold my breath
I'm throwing up my hood to the day that I die
knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player,
code
Lock that dough like landlord
Going up but we came from south
Full speed go check that dashboard
I got gas for the tank in the crowd
Full nike
envy and probably Wish death upon me
I’m the one, you can’t get one up On me homie
I’m better by my lonely, don’t hit My phone if you phony
Cause I was
my rent
Doing what the fuck i need to do to get that bag and check
Can't stand these uneducated rappers boy they think they special
Laughing at all
Me and my dawgs we were down had to work so hard
All these haters hitting us just like side by side
We were down but know how we keep going up
We
She tell me say this boy too rough
Say I nor fit play
I spark my blunt, wetin you dey smoke
I say high grade
Back then for the settings
We dey blow
Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(What it do, 30?)
shit
Them niggas so broke, they came in for my outfit
Look up my neck and my wrist, they be dancin
Lil' Fana
Ayy, yeah
You my check queen, baby you my
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