Lyrics:
Uh, Jus me and O Blizzy like, look,
What, BOOM BOOM
When I step in the spot the ooter be wit me
Uh, gang runnin the city
Foreign my bop stacking
focus and I need more jeans
I need a Telfar bag for my Prada red beam
Yeahh- yeah, yeah
DC rager
DC sniper
Aim for the top
Put pain in my bops, yeah
grandmama
Look what they made me do
Swipe a zip from under they nose
That's why I'm late to school
Eyes devil red but my clothes
Carolina baby blue
Had
only cost 5
What's on my feet gotta be at least 300
Jeans like 80 hoodie like 50
Pop out in the all blue like nipsey
Yo do not diss me get ruled out
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
4 pint of the red stripe straight to the head-side
One two step let me bop to the best one
On the station bridge by the westside
Bro get the zeg
Blue Razz, Blue Razz, lemonade vape in the gob
Give us a toke toke, blowing smoke, baby girl bend it then bop
Ice cold, ice cold, sipping
take a walk
Maybe talk about old times
And we wear blue jeans
And big green beans
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one
Babygirl say she really geeked.
Get on her knees then she gone plead.
While she be gripping all over.
Pants saggin' with the pole in my jeans.
Told her
Drrt, bop bop, bop, bop
Uh, what? Yeah
A-A-Astro got it runnin' uh
I'm a boss, I ain't trippin' if I take a L
Ksubi jeans on my ass, BB simon my
Thursdays
Day five of the week
I get high To the peak
I go to church on thursdays but I'm so high I'm gon' lie to the priest
Tie my blue bandanas make me
1. Girls like you Maroon 5 ft cardi b
Cause girls like you run 'round with guys like me
'Til sun down when i come through
I need a girl like you,
hundred dollar bills are like baller I-D
And I get under niggas skin
They should call me I-V
But if you try me nigga
I will be your caller I-D
And that
wasn't good for you it didn't mean nothing
Here's another NAMOS bop for the replay
Boutta auctions all my draws on Ebay
Yeah I'm 5'5 (yeah I'm 5'5)
Yeah
The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're
my ride,
Blue jeans all the time
Fresh by side, hitting my line (line) (line) (line)
I really wanted to take time
I really wanna be in your mind
This
the cheese, yeah
Don’t care who fuck with me
We got Hell Cat Dreams
Keep it in my jeans
Eat by any means yeah
I ball M.V.P
But this not Envy Me
He watch over me
Like a sunny day's view
When I feel blue
Change the hue
To maroon
To match those lips on you
When you ran by
You caught my eye
The sight of you I still
Skinny jeans, a wedgy and a dance rendition
Tycoons wouldn't choose that mission
These cats is all hyped, that's why I don't listen
I'm too tank
learned from the realest
If it ain't about no money
Then it ain't about me, nigga
(Nigga) yeah, gotta bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans 'cause
My Glock
as Compton (uh)
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over five million Bloods
ones, yeah)
To the G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite
She gon' pick my guap off the stages
Balenciaga on my jeans
You hating on me, fine by me
Mino
when they see us in traffic
Cause they know we take the scene
And I keep a sexy bitch and yeah boy she gonna spray for me
Her name is Nina by the way
In my forty dollar blue jeans
Next to a beauty queen
Used to the finer things
All I had to my name was a big ol' truck and a little ol' place
I
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