Lyrics:
this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North
fenty
Got a call from Rhi, Finna be
The new face of beauty by Fenty
Never knew a hoodied chick be
Lookin' so sexy
Phone Onika (to) tell her I'm ready
class yall learned in
Y'all Niggas rats and vermins
Whole new path no merging
Games getting clapped no virgins
Put me in the booth and I'll burn it
Don't
a new Mercedes
Lifestyle dangerous, Pj Turks and Caicos
Leave that bitch at home think it's time I gotta lay low
Give me your heart shawty I'm tryna fuck
callin' me the cash cow (they callin' me the cash cow)
We get the Ps, we get the pints and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam
Give 'em teddy bears and t-shirts,
success in my music career for me is waiting
All I have to do is give myself to him
Then all the fame riches bomb ass bitches and happiness begins
I looked
account
Dawg I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that, give me
My check and respect, i demand all that
Before I (pop
up a castle of lust just to bomb it.
cfter the wackest, I ask for the strongest
Oh, hello neighbor! Do me a favor,
Give me an egg; Cya nine months
a law, we gon' ride strapped, bitch
We be 'bout that beef, fuck that rap shit
And free my nigga Meek, I'm on my Philly shit
And my New York bitch from
a fist of caps
An something to say
Standin' on the corners
East of "A"
Playaz play the game
While we slow drive the bomb
Don't give me that shit about how
Hi, I am Robert - the lastest
Excuse my lateness. These fuckers are Hating
Cause we on some new shit now
And I know you've waited
But it takes
Going on fumes, I ain't talking that gas
They don't give a fuck, not even a rats ass
When the ball drops we gon' see who has laugh last
And I'm only
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
as cold as the blues
You take the stand, you anchorman
Ya face on the news
BOP!
I need everybody out like a bomb threat
Say he bouta blow, it ain't his
getting off the loose, you know we coming through
We put butt to ass to all the opps, we tryna fuck some jocks
I ain't getting stabbed, lil bro died, I
the government owns those projects
Have some fucking self respect
We gotta work together and get these checks
Gotta work together and get these checks
By any
stay attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, grams and a new weave
All they gotta spend expands, and some
Trademark Da Skydiver
Smoking that gas, counting them bags
Nigga, we do this shit erryday
Poppin them tags, we fresh on ya ass
Yeah we be drippin
And uhh playas he can't give me no love
'cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa
The people that was in the truck with them told what happened (they told me)
He wanted that wet-ass pussy, she ain't give him none
She hurt Tory ego
Soundwave, I feel we, put together
Some of the most beautiful music my nigga
Real talk, feels so good
Let's get this money
I feel like rapping
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's
stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you)
I
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