Lyrics:
the 9, cock back and reload
Young nigga bringing in cash by the loads
Lil brodie called my line said he hit 4
But we gone kick back, let it stack and stack
the clock
I'm like a 4-5 readily cocked, give me a shot
Cus I'm grindin. I manned the block
Give me my chips homie, hand the lot
You know your boy been
??
[BLUE RAG]
Fuck it, it's time to catch your hands up
Put the barrel of my Gauge in a Slob mouth with one shot
Blowin' them brains out and watch
gotta go, let's go to prison in style
Cops killin' kids and stayin' out of jail
But Bobby Shmurda can't even catch bail
So it's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Now I
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas
me alive
Two, keep me out the feds
Three, gotta bless the kids
Four, one for the fam
Five, for the dividends
Dear Lord, here I am
So, I repent my
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
get
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11
Numbers in my bank account
Not of the cash
But bank of the brain
Saying that I
God damn, God damn
I'm with a white bitch named Roxanne
And she ain't home yet 'cause she got a plan
And y'all hatin' niggas can't shake my hand
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
brains blew
3 little mice came runnin along
So I grab the 4-5 mama sing to her son
Now 6 little niggas tried with the might
Came to my circle I switched
get it done
Up at 5 o'clock
East coast still asleep
Pacific getting out the club
Europe at the peak
Whole day at my disposal
Bound to get it done
When
money, we ain't learn how to act
All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks
You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat
Send the waitress
play that shit, travis?
Me and my friends hang out at my house a lot
Whether we're skateboarding or swimming or
Playin' a game or
Someone cooking some
yeah)
I'm geeked up, I'm out of my mind, Sosa
New trackhawk, I'm in my prime
Colombiano with the oceans, yeah I'm in my mind (uh)
What, you in here with
top to bottom
Dripping fresh in my regular fits
Blindfolded throwing bombs at the hands of your favorite emcees
You'll never know this level finesse
They was trynna rob but I hit the gas they started bussin
4-5-6 Shots got damn I was swervin
April 17th 5pm when it happened
Glock on my head but I
To find her kid
I don't need no helpin' hand for no other man
My name ain't game, I'm really who I say I am
I think I'm getting more
Accustomed to the beef
want you out of my life
1-2-3-4-5-6-7--8-9-10
You out on your ass again,
lonely little heart has to pray for a friend
1-2-3-4-5-6-7--8-9-10
Good
out now!
Yo! 7,6,5,4,3,2,1
I'm on the microphone, got you hot like the sun
So a 1,2,3 now I'm waiting on the 4
Kick down the door and turn it up
father been down b4 his oldest son
Mama popped out 4 sons
I'm the coldest one
They say I don't get mentioned enough
But if you didn't drop my name then you
of the city like fee-fi-fo
Creep slow in a '4, motherfuck Five-O
LA, here's to you
For being the kind of place a
Man can do his due
Out here the hippies skip
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