Lyrics:
wit'.
Care rugged, from the skulls down to the Timb's.
Surroundin' your Benz, wit' niggas houndin' your gems.
Yo, pump this jam in your joint.
All my
the south,
Then grab the earth by the ankles, and shake the paper out.
Nigga, I'm 'bout my paper route, so I'm gone, make a route.
Anybody blocking my road
want is smoke
I know you heard that we made it
But I'm still thuggin' though
Huggin, chiefin' exotic while it burn slow
I had to cut some niggas off
Wooh, and don't worry I ain't got no pride
I'm gon' make your bitch go rent a whip from Enterprise
Then I make my nigga do a drive-by
How the fuck they
Heights in jail, I had niggas washin' my Nikes
Now I'm squashin' the mic, extortionist type
Harsh with a knife, I'm flossin' yo' ice on some Bronx shit
ass up
You put yo number in my phone you getting yo ass fucked
I treat a bitch and pass a hoe off to my young niggas
They treat her too they with
downtown where the shit wasn’t easy
Big Ed bumping Gotti and she bumping Young Jeezy
Niggas can’t walk a mile in my motherfuckin jeans
I grew up shooting
as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles
get yours nigga, get yours nigga
We take yours nigga
Yo, yo I can see it Dunn
Yo let's be it Dunn
And we can manifest all the
Cash we ever dreamed
of my head
I never sleep so they bloodshot red
Yo we so far ahead of our time
If we can stop life and press rewind
You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K
getting jumped, on my unborn son
That's how it is when you live in the South
When I'm talking nigga watch yo mouth
I get it popping ova here
I get it
paper im on yo ass, ceo illy been by the bag
post wit dat strap that was by the bag, I feel like wop ima buy the block
i feel like ross ima chop
(EarDrummers)
(Mike WiLL)
(Young Rari)
(Mike WiLL)
Niggas stay a feet, don't come on my street, ayy
The bitch know Keef always got somethin'
with that
Name be rangin got status
Drop a bag on yo lil bitch ass
Nuts be hangin with active
Watch I let the roof down
Coupe, I'm in panoramic
Bitch I'm
to get me bag.
Project baby, grew up with no cable. No cap that's a fact. He really a problem, young niggas toating revolvers, had to go throw on my rag.
pure but I sold him remix
I still make a play on zip
Can't lay wit a hoe cause I'm getting these chips ya
Young nigga just watch how I flip
This shit
know they plottin', but I'm still here thuggin' it
They just hate the fact a young nigga gettin' it
I been by myself, I don't want your help
I ask God
"What are you going to do?" (2X)
"Nigga!"
"The K the double O the L the G are A P letters"
"My mic sound nice check one"
"The K the double O
been in yo just like gotti
that nigga he flexing pulled up in the mazi
BandUp tape you know this shit heat
She ain't tryna rap but she want me to beat
(*talking*)
Ha, man it's going down baby what
E.S.G., man I got three young thoed ass niggas in here with me baby
Know I'm tal'n bout, my lil' partna
Niggas ain't had no weight, I had to jump up in them skates
I had to roll up out of states, 248 days The first two was 48, I had my first lil 38
I
ain’t sign no deal the bitches I fuck be from far away . She know that I’m thuggin my niggas be bustin wake up ta mo money I’m hard to day . Another young
ass, y'all just communists
Got the Soviet Union bombin this
Yo I use my real name, cause I'm that nigga
Thirteen years in the game, cause I'm that nigga
Yo SourMilk, what up brah justin Credible
I hear you on the radio every night brah
This one for LA leakers, turn me up
Shit, nigga don't be always
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