Lyrics:
That's not yo hoe, we sent that bitch into the group chat
Fucked that hoe so good she sent my name up in that group chat
Why she sending me these
robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!)
You drive in Hollywood, long hair, Buick Regal
License in California, ID's phony not illegal
the house, what up
Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
Hoes in the house, if you see em turn em out
Bitches walkin by sayin hi to me
And niggas
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull
When I come around
I'm not happy slappy, walkin town with a frown
Get down, get down with the rhythm in your ear
And peep out the sound from here
it all again (Yo everyday) if I have to live my life all over
(Every hour you know, yeah)
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo, Yo, same hustle man, same struggle
Crime lord but I don't snitch like John Gotti
I'm a different stature, soul gettin' captured
Anita Baker on em' caught up in the rapture
Verses out
tell it how it is or so the shit cunts believe
In that miniscule cerebral, driven by that evil
Spirit up inside 'em, sickness need asylum help
But
The indestructable bobby steel's is here
[method man]
Yo in the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and trappa john m.d.
Full metal jackets
'cause'
with a love jones, watch me son
Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone
Politic, modern Gotti click,
Just a matter of time
fuckin' past
I just seen you yesterday
By any means was all it ever seemed to be
This reminiscin' with my past has got me
Caught up in a daydream
Stay in
Yeah)
Ima hardbody
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I just gotta keep a gun by me
Swear to god Nîgga love violence
Send a hit like I'm John gotti
Gotta feeling ima
Yea, Shawty walkin’ ‘round like she Kim K
Damn she pass by needa replay
Chilling with the homies boutta roll a J
Shawty at the crib but she know she
They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines
If Mel order four I probably send him five
Kill down cannon wit' me Crippin' tryna kill a 5
Oh
worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
don't own a clock
Our trajectory is booming, we just won't ever flop
Why be a shooter when you could be out here calling the shots?
I feel like Gotti in
magnet
More or less I been a bandit
Your head is all I'm demanding
Nobody said this was easy
Yo Gotti; I'm in the big leagues
So sorry, I been uneasy
Your
body, we made like John Gotti
Concrete Boys, niggas know it's us
They ain't seein' what we seein'
Boat just pulled up in that double M, it was one
In this biatch
Hit that
I'm fucked up
Shit
YEAHH
All the soldiers stand up�my lord����
My lord��
YEAH
My lord I'm losing my
stanking we smoking yo ass in the blunt
He a bitch I guess it was his time of the month
Memphis nigga walk em down wit the pump
Orange Mound Tennessee if
for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 my Fam Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
Hey Yo, gettin high
New York is high
he hearin me pray
I can't entertain no fuckery, I'm stuck in my ways
& When I get up to the top my nigga, history made
World judgin all my people by
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