Lyrics:
up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
My manager call, boom, mouth full of pills, nigga
Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga
Tell
the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
Nottz, Battlecat, Kokane, Lil Jon
Soulja boy Tell 'Em, Danja, Terrace
Martin, Bad Lucc
Problem, Nipsey Hussle, Damani
Scoop DeVille, Brandy, teddy Riley
Yeen ain't hear of white bitch
Yeen ain't hear of kilo?
Yeen ain't hear that Soulja Boy
Get money on the d-low?
Ridin' through the city
Got 'em bricks
(boy you knowin')
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
.762, we gon' wake up the block, huh?
Nah, nigga wake up (go)
I just sent a lil'
to my children
Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby lovin' it
Hella fast, grip dey ass like a oven mitt
I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy
Killer man, atomic B-boys in Japan
Another brother dies up in Sudan
Kevorkian, kervorkian
Got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em
Dead from the feds shit
weight out to Georgia get it cross the water
Rive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida
Dope boy trap nigga that's what they call em
out, yeah tit for tat it
Extra pussy get distracting
Put that into what's worth having (boy)
Stick to the plan, stick to the plan
Stick to the plan,
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell 'em, aye
Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha)
Bad
Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places"
Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
Break down
Come on
Hey, uh
Come on
Madonna, break it
Come on boy
I've been waiting for somebody
To pick up my stroll, uh
Uh, well don't
the culture
They even biting cornrows, put your scarecrows up
I come from the finest crop
Tell 'em the god's on road, watch 'em line the block
The Chitlin'
'em down and a hit a the ground
Shakin' so cause I have a know and the big man him do say
Boys you gotta have a license...
[ guitar ]
Well now I got
I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark
full, woah
Yeah, oh
Yeah, uh
Tell me what I gotta do
Pull up in a bucket coupe
One for me and one for you (skrrt)
Yeah, like what the motherfuck's
thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing
my white toes
And we speak in code (shh)
I like them dope boys with them rolls
I can't beef with hoes (nah)
I might boot up with my hoes
Make her
Boy I
Fuck with you nigga!
Uh, fuck em all, kill 'em all off
Sent 'em off to the Holy One
Put a hole in one like miniature golf
You doubled your profit?
the building with Machine and 'em
We creamin' 'em with pockets of dirty money, I'm clean again
Ain't gotta tell you I'm dope, just stick the needle in
on the scene
Sunrise coming early in a hurry
This a God dream
Boy I’m in my groove
Workin cuz my name up on the line
And rent is due
Maxin' out the card tell em
coaster but I stay along for the ride
Put my heart up on the page, and the song gonna cry
There's logic behind the way stayin' caught in a lie, boy
Ain't
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