Lyrics:
gymnastics Fucking bitches in the back seat cause I ain't have mattress
Young nigga getting older
Keep it pushing like a stroller
Tell its za By The odor
In
And the industry gonna follow me
Gotta do what it takes to be autonomous
Making low key, back end moves I'm anonymous
From Demise, let em rise from the graves
In
hood
Got my ? crew, just to keep me in the mood
Tell my baby boy
If you go, then go to school
I never wanna go back in there
Never wanna go back
cousin Hasha?
I'm in the strap game tight, I'm in the mix of things
Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came
Why were the niggas talkin'? You
through and showed love to a few
Niggas turn they back on me man I thought that you knew
Intuition telling me that it's some frauds in your crew
So I had
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(fuck what the hood like)
Grew up in the hood right, what does it look like?
Streetlights off or they cop lights, seeing that wealth startin' to look
a guide body
We slide by, you tend it up High side, nah, we don't pop models
We just pop bottles, cause we good forever Couldn't live in the hood forever
I
back to reality
That street savagery
Mentality, a war torn tapestry of violence
Thugs take drugs to smother the pain ,suffer in silence
Insane!
First
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
I freed them gorillas, out the fucking zoo
Now we all whip foreign coupes
Yo bitch in love with the gang, on our dick tryna hang so we made her
dormitory
I bagged up in my grandma crib
Served on the same block
Where my grandma live
Same place I used to play as a kid
Same hood where the girls around
Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain't did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we
Yo (One)
Still step in my white tee, roof down
Uptown, it ain't hard to find me (s-s-s-suh)
Me and this money come Siamese
Now this bad B gotta
don't mean jack (chill, chill)
To a brother from down the hill
Back track with a rap that remains funky
(Hmmm, and it's ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I
back to back inside the hood they tried to show us
Play crazy if you want we turn yo dreads into a low cut
IG bitches fuck whoever lit they tryna go up
Yo, shorty, man yo, I been seeing you, man
For real, man come on, man
Yo, man tell your girl let me sleep with her
Man i give you a thousand grams
Youngboy lil top
Hard solid in this bitch but I'm Not Dwayne the Rock
I did that bitch, and I know you want yo get back
Loafing out of town it's only right
Diamonds on my wood as I take your hood straight through a storm
BHZ my hood nigga known for makin' bitches run
Tell yo folk, get yo bitches, I hate you
I go by this way of life
Everyday num um saying
Standin on my 10 man
Hustlin everyday tryna
Get to where I wanna
Be in life I wanna move
My folks put
Fucking hell (whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa)
(Yeah)
Eeh, yo (nuh wife, nuh)
Nah look nuh wife, me wuk you wid mi knife
And mek you fall in love
Gyal
chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in
could, she's kickin' back in the hood
When she starts to get off she can knock off a cough
I know 'cough' don't rhyme with 'boss', but she made me her
la, la, la
[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo, yo yo, Funk Doc
Smack why'all niggas, jack why'all niggas
Have ya thug as thug come get it back for why'all
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