Lyrics:
they stayin act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get
they playin is lame
How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know
What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough
Back-talk get you slapped broad
I let the rest of ya'll pen that
Insecurity brags and I've been that
V.I.P. with Lebron James, I'm in that
So, I don't need a hug from Hip-Hop
hard ain’t lazy (lazy)
Kush got my vision hazy ( hazy)
Make this shit look easy (easy)
I cannot talk if you talk bout sh*t
Look at my watch it’s Tommy
make this shit right it's a blessing
The way I be kicking out P's
I swear y'all might think that a young nigga messi
The way that she fall to her knees
I
you to an inch of your life for all your chatting
Shut your fucking mouth and make p's
I used to let disrespect slide to make peace
Now it's like I'm
a target, keep a extra clip
Every day I'm gettin' to that bag, make that money flip
Should be signed by NASCAR, roadrunna' shit
Fuck a 50, I be on my blue
shirt now
Hit her she gon' make that rubber burn
Throw it back, I'm movin' like Bernie
Pussy nigga talkin' really never did concern me
They was hitting
by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just
Ah
It's DA Kelvin Baby
Down town girl with the uptown Steeze
Oh na na na
Naughty by nature
Everyday we' hustling
Kudi baako p3 we out here hustling
I been D-U-C-K-I-N-G ducking from police
I been P-O-P-P-I-N-G popping my shit all damn week
I ran up 20 in my sleep I fuck these bitches by the 3's
I
all by myself so why the fuck I need attention being broke bad for my health I been grinding like I got children I been getting in my bag minding my P's
my cuz just to get off them P's
If I pay for this flight she gone get on her knees
If I pay for this flight make her do as I please
I Might fly to my
should die before I wake I know my soul be free
Cuz I’ve been hoping by that time that you’ll come rescue me
Lost my little cousin to the weapons
One shot
akye
No I can't deny
I can't deny
I need you by my side
I just dey love your vibe
Love how you make it whine oo
I can't deny, you p3 dey bust ma mind
[Repeat: x4]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
I'm at the time in my life when
the panel
All star, you in shambles
5 stars, In my channel
Got bars, couldn't handle
Make bets, like to gamble
Tough talk, like to ramble
Walk slow, you
strokin' all by yourself
Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-are-triple X
I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole
And put some coal on your nipple and neck
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
till I catch you in a party
Watch when Drama appear
Ran up a bag tell a hater I'm sorry
Magic the way that I make it appear
So many P's in the back look
still be on my line
Gotta keep the vision clear
Y'all in the view to waste time
I can't make no more room
Stay on my P's and Q's
Get this money, pay my
more sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin' nuttin' in
wait to the next song
And I aint even trying make you believe it
Try me im feigning
I bet I have you gone by the weekend
See im just trying do it
popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B-I-G and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them
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