Lyrics:
bezel shit
Like blood diamonds, it's rebel shit
Its more guns, its more bodies
We call shots they nobody
They fuck niggas they owe prolly
Who's fuckin wit
and bust it down fuck the time
Aye true y'all niggas mad that unemployment gone
You talk crazy on the net bet you won't make it home
Common sense going up
niggaz are no contest
A few that I fuck wit I ain't gon front
But the rest of y'all ass and y'all can take it how you want
[Freeway]
Niggaz listen up (bitch ass niggaz)
Bitches listen up
[Beanie]
Ya niggaz can't fuck wit us
[Freeway]
Haterz listen up
[Beanie]
dick you sucking?
Come on B, I just heard some shit about you, some foul shit
Fuck is the deal?
Suck my fucking dick you bitch ass nigga
No, you
up
Begging on your patella
And wishing you would've kept up
Yall wasn't there wit em
Fuck is you actin weary from
Act like you cheering him
While his
game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small Wallgreens
Put tha word out on tha street, don't you fuck wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
wit an open chest leaking on ya couch
[Hook]
Yall don't wanna see me keep my name out ya mouth
Yall don't wanna see me show up at yo house
Yall don't
the offices I need a bigger offer
In the office wit it
Fuck wit me, yea
Yea they do fuck wit me, yea
All of it up in the air, as I put up a prayer
Fuck wit me,
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
a patek wit the rocks
Imma put the ice on my watch Just to make that bitch pop
Imma pull me a coupe off the lot
And say fuck all the niggas wit doubt You
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
jet
Can't fuck wit no niggas them new Niggas keep changing sets
Them niggas hating on the grind and I ain't make it yet
Don't come around when you see
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
get
And y'all niggas know damn well who y'all f*ckin wit
Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this
And my gun bust and gun never miss
I'm
while y'all freezing on the corna
We'll invade yo block like Germany did Belgium
Truck full white with a pocket full green
Don't fuck with fake bitches
[Chorus]
Help me please
I'm blinded by my tears and I just can't see
So many devils tryin' to recycle my soul
Cause in the ghetto where I'm
not see in who they really is
Good cops exist but they can't express that goodness
Go stop a bad cop and watch which cop they fuck wit
If I'm a busta
the attack
By any man I’m in fact, ha ha
And it's like that
My impact so hard if I die
I probably bounce right back
I walk around with a mice trap
Niggas wit
Iont fuck wit these niggas I’m just tryna get rich
In the studio tryna make another hit
Niggas takin lives everybody seemed pissed
So I ride around
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
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