Lyrics:
mean yeah Straight like that if
G-Seven stamped that shit, Then that shits Muthafuckin' stamped ask Davo, J.P. and Jack Payne
We got .45s and .38s
niggas bring the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P
from mud, but we dodgin' the pen
Okay, slide
Bought a lil 8th, so I'm down for the ride
Know I love da slab, 34's on the height
Know a bitch swang left,
You ain't runnin wit gorillas
Boy the chased you
If you survived the shots
B grateful
But I'm spinnin back around
To deface you
It's Murda Ave Mills
gon' hold me down
These niggas steady on the line, tryna come around
We slide out in that Lexus Clues, I'm thuggin' round the town
I ain't runnin' town,
big ass lips and gums
Swallowin' down my cum, runnin' around there
With yo big ass tongue, you're hangin' out your thong
You wanna stay with ya
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
muthafucka, just one nigga deep,
Fuck a crew, nobody loves Tim, times is hard,
You get, one true friend, minus God,
And then they wind up tall runnin' off
wasn't drivin?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic
Y'all got the wrong definition of lust
Runnin' around, thots runnin' around
Poppy was found, ass all comin' down
I'm Charlie Lance, the discoverer
You
gold chains and my nigga Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they just want V-I-P
Juke playa fo' real? Don't bring around me
Got
gold chains and my nigga Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they just want V-I-P
Juke playa fo' real? Don't bring around me
Got
People dyin' here, live sirens, we learn to survive by it
My environment is wild, we a product of it
Hide all the illegal shit, cause the cops might runnin
let me see you break it down
And ladies, let your hips move around
It's the sound of the B.E.P family
Got a poet named Life and a sister Kimy
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
scream gangsta, real niggaz play low
Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Yo dunn I love it when these niggaz think
the bitches in the way
Had to swerve around
I'm trynna leave with somebody
I love the way that you move
I got all these hoes on me, all I want is you
Go
the bitches in the way
Had to swerve around
I'm trynna leave with somebody
I love the way that you move
I got all these hoes on me, all I want is you
Go
man
And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops
And shake your motherfuckin neck until your head flops
'cause I'm runnin with the beaoch
gold chains and my n**** Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad b****es, they just want V-I-P
Juke playa fo' real? Don't bring around me
Got
but I can't walk yet
Can't grapple nothin' said, cause I can't talk yet
First trip in the police car
Cameras all around me as if I was a star
Mom's
brother, and I love you
But don't ever take sides with anyone
Forever P-A-I-D
I be with the same niggas, it ain't hard to find me
Add It Up, stay with it,
get like me [X2]
Er-er'body love me, boss so fly
Niggas throw dey deuces er'time I ride by [X2]
C'mon, me tell me what it do, I do it for the A'
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