Lyrics:
Y'all niggas stop (Yo, yo)
We asphalt, not clay, not dust (Yo)
I put my money where my mouth is
Y'all just trust (O oh)
This a real game, motherfuckers
spit that ill flow and make niggas sick
Better tell that groupie bitch to chill, ho, if they on that shit
See the fitted cap, I keep it real raw, stay
rocked, mad stance get flopped
Fast cash, fast cars we wanting the whole lot,
Puff pass, pass gas, nigga shitting on ops,
Snatching up opportunities we
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray
[Verse Three: Kalage]
All I know is charge cards, cars, and clothes
a million offa users.
Car and the money the same color of mucous,
Go get it his self they call 'em ghetto Frank Lucas.
Cocaine,
He got it by the boulder,
the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another
[VERSE 2]
Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's long gone
So I
loungin with his brother
Everybody strapped with a vest and a rubber
Just in case somebody's girl got hot
But she was bagged and ragged in the club by a big
You not my man boy you not my dawg I catch a a vic then we letting it off
All of my shooters don't play by the law
But we sticking together we stay
the 20's 50's and the 100s' for me (For real)
Tap my line and say when
Like a cowboy
Out here making plays
You just a towel boy
You a pussy get shook
By
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
Chinese chicken wings
Grandma
Mac and cheese
Ain’t been around for a couple weeks
Paul walker was on my street
Homie god speed
High speed chase
So fast fury
fast
Walk em down like NLE we bringing all them choppas
Active in the city cops be chasing like some trackstars
He up on a mission don't do drive by
different cause she was by herself
She looked real wholesome, and in good physical health
I walked by, she said hi
Ain't you the be
And I can't lie Im blessed I be thanking God
I wanna make it out my
Nigga I be thanking hard
Can't get my mind out of these
Fast hoes and fast cars
fast car, get away, bro, that's a close call
Four, slap the glitchy on the back, that's if you tryna ball
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, hell naw, that's
before he lay me
Oh white nd chinese den muthafucka date me, shit
Chyna fuck Kardashian she aint a hoe
If ain't about da money what you doin it foe
Would
Solid nigga, real street nigga
A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent
Ain't no cut on this shit, nigga
This shit blue magic, nigga, like
For my nigga, I'm a car and a rider
Go show em that four five fire
Mark their bodies with my tires
Don't retire cause of your soul piece
I don't have
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
through music shit
It be some real thugs I grew up with
Phone calls from the feds, long stories told fast
Wishin' they'd get home in a hurry, 'cause we
style everywhere you go you look like a minion
I'm surrounded by them stars
Talking fast foreign cars
Sitting down with my brother he just put a fucking
to freak brothers every which way
Dominating like Doc J.
Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it
It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane
in a fast car
I heard stories, of dead rockstars
So I took a visit to the rock and roll graveyard
Had a talk with Kurt Cobain, he said that ya go hard
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