Lyrics:
flodgin where they at
Only pistols fit his cap
Cuz he flexin all his bands
Niggas rarely die from
Niggas not they mans
I need 2 drops with some forgi
I'm tryin' to roll up the chronic leaf
At a stop sign, I take a hit and hold it in
I cough, now I'm off
Drivin' down the two-lane highway
It's all bad,
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
nigga, it's just what we do
BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo
But often time we like chillin', fuckin' wit' hoes by the two
Man, it's nothin', all
This ain't livin'..
[2Pac]
N**** - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin' Chevy Impalas
while flossin' they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
Its YP and this for all my niggas gone gone gone gone gone
I'm smoking stroooooong "gang"
Look
Murda 1 first degree RIP to my nigga 23
Pistol whip
got that call
grabbed the pistol
Like I'm too cool
Like I'm too cool
To tell my niggaz chill
We make new moves
The pin come with a doll like its voodoo
the rice-a-roni
Take her out look like she lonely
I'm gonna candle, light the moment
I'm a fan I like the pussy
She told him my phone was roamin'
She be moaning
a whip on the lot, 'bout four-hundred grand
Gold 'round my neck, pistol close at hand 'cause
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches
since '92
Look at all the bullshit l been through
Sure caught beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Then a blue light niggas knew like
ain't, ain't, gang
I feel like everybody phony,
I keep my mask on when I be trappin', dawg
Cause everybody know me
Made two hundred by my lonely, niggas
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
hit the streets move another zip
Turn two to four and do another flip man I been whipping work I'm on some other shit
RIP TA yea it's Cyco baby yea
I
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
In a world full of haters stands a single group
Who clearly separate themselves from the rest
These 3 men scale the ends
you know that sHit's real
Pistol grip pump on my lap all times
I used to drive a Hyundai
With the dimes inside
Now drive by is by the lost
THat kill bay
that's that Jesus 2 slots
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that hair full of raze braided by his girl Lucy
With the semi on, make
imagination... writing stories in my book... like infatuated by the sounds of my mind....
Who knew... in time, I would grow, put them on a mic...
Let my voice
its game, but im not gonna play
Imma do me, nigga fuck what dey say
Try to do me, nigga die by today
All on my own, cuz niggas is fake
Not fuckin wit
tricks on me, looking like tie dye
I fucked your mans, why would I lie
Knocked him off the pedestal, mmm, bye bye
A fly bitch like me, it's hard to come by
I-I
Everybody, put your drinks in the air
I-I
'Cause me and Ckyttlez
We got a story to share
I-I
Ha, now, we're about to blow
I-I
If you ever said
I-I
Everybody, put your drinks in the air
I-I
'Cause me and Ckyttlez
We got a story to share
I-I
Ha, now, we're about to blow
I-I
If you ever said
phone, hit my trap phone
I'm a OG, in a young nigga body
I'm a OG, in a young nigga body
I ain't co-signing shit, if I ain't with it
I'm hopping out
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