Lyrics:
die
'Cause G, I'm about to let it ride
Petty niggas down when the bullets fly
No remorse your fuckin' wit a Mobsta
For fuckin' wit a Mobsta
If you got
drink wit us
Makin' funky music is a must
(We're not done!)
(We're not done!)
First of all, my rhymes be hurtin' y'all
Try to step up, you be
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
Soul and my body were inseparable
[Chorus]
Ride wit u, lie wit u
I wanna move with u, move with u, move with u
I wanna fly with u, ride with u
the same clip, an see,
you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangsters at,
Momma asked me! "Wassup wit Chu?"
You touched base with step 1 now wassup with 2
Whenever you come thru you bless em "Haa Chu" that's exactly why
Sit wit it... sit with the pain
Sit wit it let it run through your veins
Sit wit it... sit with the pain
Sit wit it... uh
Sitting by the tv
the same clip, an see,
you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangsters at,
gay
You must be a faggot
Cause look at my dick
You wanna grab it
Cause all you do
Is ride me
And count my lines
123
Fuck wit me
You a lil bitch
That I
wit you boy
My automatic tonka toy
Demolish all you niggas
And pull off the scene
Thumping that old man river
Lighting up another swishier
Thump my
light
So why the fuck you don't
Think they won't go?
Hold up, your chick traded post game
And no shame she felt your man
She probably on Joe Johnson
Cause
Talking country slang they say you don’t have Grammar
Tre up in my Fanta ride round wit that blammer I don’t have the answers I just meet the standards
bang bang, fight in the lane
Dip Gang still ride with the Chain
Four guns to none, survive with the chain
You know who did it still grindin same
Now
love with Mary Jane
She's my main thang (And you say Long Beach!)
Stay away from hocus pocus
That gives me headaches, man
(And you say Long Beach!)
the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling me
Why
want tha facts got to feed 'em the lies
Who else can have you swimming in wealth the blink of an eye?
Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo' won't
money
Thats my MO
Stayin laid by Meek
That's my MO
Nails done by Dee
That's my MO
I been about my business
That's my MO
I ain't wit that friendly shit
You
Nigga you ain't gang with my slime
Tell ol girl we can vibe out
In a new Yota we can ride out
305 yea that be my new hideout
I'm official put lil shawty
(the god just stepped in town)
Yeah baby just trip that body (come on down), and sing along wit me (come on)
I know you've been searchin' for someone
come by kid
'Cause I be up in the wide city wit I.G., Biiiitch
[Chorus]
It's murda, you know when we come
Niggaz it's murda, ain't nowhere to hide
wit'chu
Ohh, girl I'm talkin' front, back, side, side
I like how it's rollin'
You love how it rides you do
I know you do
But is that all I am to you (oh)
by the mic
I'm still rockin wit my main bitch but get paid my by side
Member days they used to clown now I caught em by surprise
You wont catch us down
shit
Everybody K-O get a grip
Ride 'round East Blue Sea
Wit' Benn Beckman, you know my shooters hit
Ride 'round East Blue Sea wit' Lucky Roux
You lucky
Guaranteed You're Going To Choke Son
Fire Smoke I'm High Joe
Eyes Low Smoke Somethin
Up Early That's Wake And Bake
Cigarillos My Pancakes
This Ain't No
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