Lyrics:
closed it's closed
It all begin when this soul was clothed
Learning to cope with shitty luck
Take me back to Cheba Hut
My early 20's
Cop an O then roll
to shoot it out
I was 15, skippin' school tryna move a ounce
Bagged it all in 20's
It was gone before school let out
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
You
niggas, but I'm moving tact cause the vvs drippin on the chain
Im a young bull made it past my 20s sad your mans can't say the same
Y'all just rap about
the hump (x4) (got to get on by the hump)
On guard!
I got to get over the hump
Watch me, I'm gonna shoot them with my bop gun
I got to get over the hump
all acting indecent
They don’t get no money All I give them is free sex
I got a squad by my side you know we bout to
Slide for them bands
100s 50s 20s
I’ll make you regret
The 20’s are mine just watch the event
Your summer is over it came and it went
Text came through it’s a bag
Just hit 180 on the dash
or a lame. Whoring in your 20’s , school days slut shamed
My skin golden, cuz im in first place
Had a nigga nervous had em shakin bed frames. (Bed shaking)
with these hoes 3STACKSG done had plenty
Why you buying all her drugs while you sipping on Henny
When you could've been with me Straight racking up 20s
the 20's it was rocks, in the 50's doo-wop
It's nineteen-ninety-fo' and everybody's store hop'n
And ain't nobody really trying to hear me speak it
They
the street
poppin' crys, poppin' jaeger, smokin' on that colored green
back to back, we got a hundred 20's in our stack
if you smoke the finest weed I bet we
sire, yeah i'm on a wire didn't think i would see this age, my 20s are gone but i'm still packin rage, i'm so angry i feel like nothing goes my way, i
out his shoes
These niggas flexing 20s that's equivalent to 10 blues
This nigga talkin tough cus he don't like me but his bitch do
Russian K turn his
since sixteen
20's and my whip clean
My dick be covered in whipped cream
And thats what be all in yo bitch dreams
Put her on the mattress leave you split
can't give a F about no ho
My brother ball like Harden it ain't shit to up the score
My pockets stuffed with 20's put the hundreds in my coat
Exotic plug
playing dumb
Never knew mally unload a gun
Give her essentials no lease no rentals
Police they squeeze delete your mental
22s they shoot and bleed your
sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway
Yo, this is for them
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
Every where there's war
Keep your
[Talking]
Say L, hold these keys man
What kind of wheels is those brah
(man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos)
Man, I ain't never seen shining
whoop"" then you run, nigga
Reppin' 22nd, screamin',""Fuck where you from, nigga""
All hundreds, never 1s, nigga
'Fore a nigga ever got a job, I got a gun
drop[01:42.01]That's that uhhhhhhhhh[01:43.22]I'm trap in the trap but I love it here[01:45.05]Its weed and gun smoke in my atmosphere[01:46.80]My gas multi colored my
we was smarter I'm skeptical where your head at?
Cause if I'm racing to trust a bitch I'd be dead last
Uh
But enough of that
Im at the end of my 20s
turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let
the mix
Makin my propers, gettin paid, stackin a grip
From 20's to bitches, from haps to hoes
On the corner pushin boulders, livin way too bold
My bank roll
Cuz you're gonna shit your pants when I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with
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