调：C major
Verse 1
F
C
F
You gon' have to keep
up with me on here
Verse 2
We had to drink from the storm drain
In front of the judge and the storm came
But we put a dent in yo bald
fade
Dickin' the Denim the wrong play
Hitta shit, money legit
Buy you a classic, rockin' a fit
Gave the pussy nigga
back his lil chain
Diamond link on the beat when it hang
Fake shit done polluted the game
Took a loss stayed true to the game
Big boss bought a coupe and a Range
Wrong move,
it'll cost you your brain
Finessed moves he finessin my thing
Fucked over, I ain't ashamed to admit it
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F
C
Came back then I ran up ticket
Walked out really spankin' a nigga
Say they plannin on yankin' a nigga
Hop out this a animal issue
Surgical when I handle a pistol
Get away, gotta get to the 'Claren
Kill a junkie who was driving a witness
Burn the fingerprints after we finish
Tap in tell Gunna come get me
In Atlanta layin' low in the city
King branded let me suck on your titty
Wait I feel it and I'm
rippin her kidney
Diamond teeth when I lick on her kitty
Only thing I ain't doin' no kissing
Been played I ain't get in my feelings
Sad thing it was one of my niggas
Both ways I get money, a killa
No way I ain't doin no stealing
Big gangs they really
wanted them niggas
Been this loud,
really one of them niggas
Emc super dope in the ceiling
Had to agree with controllin' the building
You get on that boat you
know how we livin'
I'm pushing that button
whoever won't get it
Big bricks talking on the yard
Clientele up flooded all
Met a plug, then I met a plug
I'm the only drug dealer on the wall
Mutual gun
Shot up the Quan
Baby cool Don from mutual bond
Didn't do it angles, seein' the Lord
I do my shit without a nigga knowing
Walk in the room get to glowing
Placed a order but you didn't know it
Make ya baby lately shit been boring
Bred winner did it from the corner
Verse 3
Lil' bitty bitch, bite down
One on my wrists, iced out
Real ones don't hit with the lights out
I get the picture, right now
Lil' bitty bitch, bite down
One on my wrists, iced out
Real ones don't hit with the lights out
Stop playin', why is you playin'
I am not playin' I'm in the yeah
I'm just sayin' what is you saying
I do not say, how much is yeah
Stop right now
Lil' bitty bitch, bite down
One on my wrists, iced out
Real ones don't hit with the lights out
Verse 4
on the seat
Put em on feet?
Fuck up the street
Diamond my link, diamond my teeth
Now it's a feat for me to speak
C
Yeah
Uptown flexin' in the gutter
Was broke now I'm flexin'
Clinks on stomping in the jungle
Let's get ready for the rumble
Freshest in the district but I'm humble
acustomed
Leavin' out the tailor get it custom
Pray my baby make it in
Mines and chains former kinda cut me
Breakin' down a whole thing
Two- fifty- two in every pie
Take him 1- 2 whole days
Molly grits supply the strip
By the triple private planes
Read a book and took a nap
Enjoy the things that powder bring
Haters hate that's on the daily
Expected that when power came
Overseas the hours changed
Spent the week and counting change
Regular shit I'ma go in a minute
Pullin' garages and open the fender
Won't talk to a hoe throw
the rope in the dentures
Get out her pockets you go on restriction
All of my comments I pay no attention
Militant man with a militant interest
Muslim, seeking a need of a letter
Stay on your Deen,
he know that we mention
Try to come pay me I'm dodging a visit
He know it's illegal
to charge over interest
Food for the homeless who
sleeping on benches
You play with my sister you
know that it's tension
Carpet to carpet the way
I be nailing shit
Carpet them bitches they
waiting to billy
Plumber with pipin' inside of the deacon
The biscuit equipped with them
many extensions
My cup runneth over with flavor
I'm drippin'
Thumbin' through paper
I'm not come and kick it
You prolly won't see unless
you comin' with it
He my lieutenant he drivin a Bentley
With something exclusive
then it's not a semi
My window not tinted
I want you to see all the jewelry I
got all my shit goin' digi
I'ma unblock everybody on insta
I'm livin' like that,
I know you get the picture
Verse 5
right now
Lil' bitty bitch, bite down
One on my wrists, iced out
Real ones don't hit with the lights out
I get the picture, right now
Lil' bitty bitch, bite down
One on my wrists, iced out
Real ones don't hit with the lights out
I'm just sayin' what is you saying
I do not say, how much is yeah
One on my wrists, iced out
Real ones don't hit with the
lights out
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