Lyrics:
getting fucked up
Blizzard blow back when we getting fucked up
We getting fucked up, we getting fucked up
Hey
Party over here, I ain't shit over there
Roll
yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin the fifth
shots
Good will when you hunting
Wide awake in the morning while we’re making the money
Wide awake in the morning while we’re making the money
We out here
{Hey girl, come on over here, check it out)
Make your next move your best move, choose me
How I look working for a nigga in a kufi
If I was
getting started so get out of my way
These flow bars are liquor I need to elevate
Elevate me elevate we that'll do
You can roll a swish or a zig yeah roll
Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power
We burn by the hour, one burst the Remmy got us
Crank shit, Shawshank Redemption scholar
Roll up, based
then ya word not what i go by
Its money over everythin and family over both
Sides Im movin different im chillin more
Like buddah sittin
Workin on my
Beam to you temple
I squeeze blow your mental
All over you friends
Me I'm from the street
We ain't nothing sweet
The home of the homies
There's
Something tells me you've been missing out
on all the places and towns we always used to go,
and so I'm stuck here to figure now,
the chance we
grinding
She know I'm looking
She a dime piece
Hunnids fifties
Big hundiddys
Bad
Bitches
Backwoods
Back to back
We getting money over here nigga
That shit
the Art of War book 'bout Sun Tzu
You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long
Rapunzel (get over it)
Look, bitch, I got the bands in my
dealers,
Customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
[Common]
{hey girl, come on over here, check it out)
Make your next move your best move, choose me
and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
(Hey girl, come on over here, check it out)
Make your next move your best move, choose me
How I look working for
is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks
and dem whining up dem looking so nice
I whining on she, she whining on me, we getting on we getting unrully
All up and the squad all down by the bar, we
These Street will fill with blood
By the time this is all over
Every sin, every action in poor taste
Left bitter in the mouths of gods
It's a false
am I
Or who are we if not the seed?
Fire by the riverside
Learn to swim
Or no one gets out of here alive
Vagabond, a bag of bones
A dandelion blown
're wow money, we getting wild money
Just killed this shit, take a bow homie
Yeah nigga, thug that shit to your mother fuckin crib you heard
Yeah! We tryin'to get this shit poppin' over here
Huh, block party all that shit
she want some more
I cruise in my Lexus, I pray to god
I don't get pulled over by twelve, po-po
If you ain't getting money you gotta go
I'm tryna do
more than a man lost, dead in my sin,
So here I am alive in Your hands,
Your hands, Your hands
We dress up in nice heels, we try to make people
brothers is
I'm getting better
I know it I'm working
Ain't shit coming to you
You gotta go work for it
This some different this shit is unheard of
91 Bars
the speed, the life of an over achiever
Only thing that'll probably stop me from chasing this gouda is having a seizure
Got my suit on, getting work
Got no
FcM OVER GcNG, Fuck the streets
I've been tired of seeing niggas getting killed
How you riding around trying to say you active
Passing by the house
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