Ay yo, another exclusive,
A -Z,
Tony
Sunshine, let's thug it out, quiet
money
Let me spell it for ya,
I'm a baller like
Delahoya, you do reporter
Me, I'm sickin' my dogs on the drivers,
no daughters
I do got a few
Spanish supporters, I loan
When I first saw
Coke vanish in water, I'm all for the
Hand to hand, on the corners we dance
Before them boys had
a chance to land on us
Half
Latin, got it poppin',
now what's happenin'
Catch me out in the
Hamptons, that'll lower
Manhattan
Macarena, just gettin'
back from the
Caymans, they gamin'
It's that simple, I'm the last
Romanian in motion
Been coastin',
been across the
Mediterranean
Ocean
To me it's plain devotion, so
SOS don't stop,
SOS don't cop block
C
SOS inside,
SOS cop from
Poppy
SOS smokes his pop,
pose up like the
Nazis
Approach him not on both coasts,
he died deep
Support my niggas in sub -nords
Support my niggas that be holdin'
the streets down
Support my bitches that fuck
Get up, stand up, stand up,
show love and let them guns
Support my niggas in sub -nords
Support my niggas that be holdin'
the streets down
Support my bitches that fuck
Get up, stand up, stand up,
show love and let them guns go
Shuffle the deck, this is space,
leave the jokers in
What you expect, it ain't just music,
fast pokin' in
Cut you a check,
now the hood start closin' in
Fuck your respect,
you fuckin' with older men
Purchase a tech now, get you a road dog
In circles like a set now, cop you an old
Ford
Black the windows out,
build you a stash spot
Move like you in the
South, kick your ass shot
Farm to clap that, get ball,
get back, slap trap
Cause you wanna be large
like you some rap cat
Kickin' that killer shit,
project gorilla shit
Money's a magnet to all the madness
To all the crap shit that cause all the havoc
All ain't lavish till you shift and establish
Fully flip the switch to zip on the address
So all my niggas in sub -norms
So all my niggas that be
holdin' the streets
down
So all my bitches that go
Get up, stand up, stand up,
show love, and let the guns
So all my niggas in sub -norms
So all my niggas that be
holdin' the streets
You know what it is,
and my bitch is a fool
Get up, stand up, stand up,
show love and let them guns go
Nothin' is sincere, real niggas,
they sense fear
You can't but pit here,
just dis the list here
Washed and fenced here,
parked and fenced here
Corpsed up, tossed in the trunk,
the same bitch
Get your mind right, get your con tight
Fuck the limelight and fuck
if you rhyme nice
Less impression and more direction
And you too can stack your paper
like a concession stand
It's all fact, nothin' second hand
In all black,
nigga stand like the fuckin' man
Give me a few and I'll show you
just how to cut your cramps
And that one is on me, no fee
So all my niggas is up now
So all my niggas that be
holdin' the streets now
So all my bitches that fuck
Get up, stand up, stand up,
show love and let the guns
So all my niggas is up now
So all my niggas that be
holdin' the streets now
You know what it is,
my bitches at fuck
Get up, stand up, stand up,
show love and let them guns go
you