Lyrics:
or a GD or maybe you wannabe crippin
But every lil one of you bitches pretending
I know some real gang bangers who get offended
I roll with the BD's
no trippin)[00:14.93]I can't sit by imma get to these riches ( imma get to these riches)[00:16.45]Shawty look so fine yea that booty I'm grippin (dat
the eraser
I don't discriminate I flip a bitch too
She got to be eliminated I kill a bitch too
She her hair fixed by my sister she lost she gonna get her
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
get money, jack, rob, nigga, I done did it (Yeah)
Rob, get money, on a mission
Fuck hoes, nigga, been did it (What?)
Y'all niggas ain't talkin' money
(workin'?)
They told him to stop but he's not (can't?)
I'm still sellin' dope by the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin' up
broke the whole pound down and re'd up four times
A street hustler, I gotta get it up any way I can
And keep my eyes on them boys jumpin' out them black
Shoot rob in 6 of his necks
U like food u like corn on the cob
I can fit 8 joshes in Rob
Josh u small nigga get in ur corner
How u 26 and u getting
plates when I land
If you ain't get it
Then you ain't got it
It's going right over they head
So ducking instead
I got the Glock by my bed
Inside the bitch
when he fold on 'palo creed
I'ma certified G Waka Flocka too street
You can call me concrete, raised by grocery
I'ma ride
I'ma ride
I'ma live
rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day
If a nigga rob me I'ma get to squeezing (I'ma get to squeezing)
Brodie pop a perc yeah, my lil' nigga geeking
If he take one of mine, we finna' get
checkin' me out for bitch I can still fuck
And up, get yourself in this clique
Wet up like tongue licks, behind handcuffed in a slut
Look, I'm from G-row
checkin' me out for bitch I can still fuck
And up, get yourself in this clique
Wet up like tongue licks, behind handcuffed in a slut
Look, I'm from G-row
life of crime
Now see, I'll be quick to call it
You can practice on my wallet
And that way if you're caught, you won't do time".
Yeah, just rob me!
(Hah)
He say he gon' rob me, never (Nope)
Me and the glizzy stick together (Gang)
You and your niggas get hit wherever
Think I'm cappin', lil' nigga,
in twenty thirteen I ain't have shit to eat Lil ma ride on my dick like she's taking a seat There ain't shit that a Jackboy gone come take from me
Hit
chick to google me
She can dot com me
She ain't gotta chase me
Just tell her myspace me
And maybe she can find me
So I can get behind it
Heard I got
helping me
Do this Biggie thing
Man, if JC can get up in here and do his
You know what I'm saying, lil'
Roll call, lil' thing
I know I can get up in here
playin' with my jig, uh
Bad bitch wanna get on my Insta
I told the bitch to keep chill and be quiet
I got bad bitches tryna get by
Don't chill 'fore a nigga
them off
I had a problem with him, knocked him off
I can make twenty racks if it go south
I show these youngins how to be a boss
I get them rubber
for his life, I'ma rob him
I'll put a nigga out they they misery
Don't confuse me with the industry
That's how you get left in the street
Thinkin'
love when you shining, I won't let it get to my head
Got a lil' one on the way, now I gotta do this shit for my kid
Havin' conversations with the sky
'm lyrical and what I be
Saying gon' make you think
I'm all in, I be solo
Don't need no friends
I fuck with Lil' Soto
That's my cuh-in law, he get it in
Lil
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