Lyrics:
of the time
We go to war and you ain't making a dime (ha ha!)
Cause I got, shit to lose, a nigga out here payin his dues
My baby walking gotta get him some
of the time
We go to war and you ain't making a dime (ha ha!)
Cause I got, shit to lose, a nigga out here payin his dues
My baby walking gotta get him some
'til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow
Yeah, it's my chance to prance
I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my
wrong, settle i can be scandlous
By any necessary means,
Did i mention if you think you see me, wanna try
Hoppin off on yo ride and off on tha bird, tha
the V
Damn im high asf and I'm scrollin' through IG
I see some fine shit, and I follow thas me
She go by shadamenace, this bitch is a baddie
And I peep
bowls
Rocking out shows
Packin my clothes
Always on go
You know ima blow
Toting my pole
Tryna up tha sco
Heart gettin cold
Chain coming froze
Gotta switch
Tha motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
Is definitely in the motherfuckin' house
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo Kurupt, run that shit
Niggas I grew up with,
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
wit' tha Layzie, lil' Eazy, my mentor.
Keep in, handin' over tha shoes, I go walkin' in,
And, baby, had to go, die, bye bye,
Wit' tha cruel world,
like jerk mix with Cajun
Gotta go hard for my niggas that's caged in
I remember family trips to the days inn
40 days and 40 nights flood em with
fallin for tha bait
Year after year seen me stacking my plate
Everytime I had food can't say yeen ate
Ever try to go against me aint no contest
Imma shoot
Mr.montana... Mr.montana
Foldin tha figure i feel like im tony
Protecting the pack they call me the hood goalie
Flyer than feathers gang fingers
ayy
Said she used to the fraud (fraud)
Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Ayy
She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything
what im bout
Click clack get a bag
Dats why I spend it fast
You dont know mi lil homie
Thats why I switch my past
Gotta shine wanna win so sick of being
a bag.
I'ont want no problem tryna eat; don't get in tha way of my grub.
My stomach call, I gotta answer; plus, I got a lil' boy.
Behind my life & how I
paid by the hour aye
Swear tha hardest day was IV giving up the sour aye
I had no direction
College I had no attention
With my niggaz
Drinking hanging
down boy we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY
Don't play with
some of my partnas
But they aint
Standing here wit us
I can't even trust
My own blood
Fucked ova by my cus
Pulled up in dat truck
You know tha hoes
(Was hannen)
And then times I gotta show em..
(What's hannen-nen)
But sometimes I gotta deal all with these niggas
that go figure they can wither
Mr
hannen)
And then times I gotta show em..
(What's hannen-nen)
But sometimes I gotta deal all with these n*****
that go figure they can wither
Mr. Trigger
people said my voice would be heard by the masses
A dust head nicca from jerz
I wouldn't grasp it
Questions you can ask it
Team'd up with tha classix
Baby, come along
I thought I was meant to be alone
At 11:10 ya hit my phone
Now I’m askin when ya comin home
It’s our life let’s go and hit tha road
north south west to tha east
They say, a nigga like me, I put the funk in tha streets
My lig go broke, I put the broke in the streets
I
I'm spittin and spillin tha trill and I'm sippin on barre
Tell that bitch get in tha car
How many nugs a tha killa gon fit in tha gar?
I take it a lil
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