Ladies and motherfuckin gentlemen
Bitches and biatches
[Chorus]
Hey... I aint doin this shit
To get no props or a standing ovation
Why... Cuz this aint that
And that aint this
And bi*ch I'm straped
They aint takin no shit
Shawty don't trip i'll open yo face
And I aint rich
But you can't tell... Cuz I'm that shit
And they aint changin locations
Reppin g a-town nigga all day
You aint movin no bricks
Stop movin yo lips
Nigga stay in yo place
[Verse 1]
Fuck
Oh here I go got o's for the low
Trappin all day on da front porch patio
I got plenty hoes
My mouth full of gold
Wanna ounce come n get it cuz I got plenty mo
?? Wit da boy roll
Eastide add it up, up top suga hill westside they all kno
We was all broke
Know we doin big bis?? At it like a body builda 8 time cap pilla
Can't stop real niggas
Drop top worth wheel
Hop out pop shot this is how??
Listen to my words nigga
This is how my hood feel
This is not the time to worry bout no adlibs
Nigga pass wheel
N I heal like an advil
Blowin hash in her
4 door up in cashville
And I'm a thug till I D. I. E.
And you already kno??
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Nigga you don wan beef
Ye aint no g
Nigga you dunno me
I lean I touch any nigga I reach
Young nigga 21
6 gold teeth but a big gun under my t
So nigga stop frontin round me
I'll leave you ass 6 feet underneath me
?? I'll send slugs under your feet
I'm a creep cuz I keep guns under my seat
Don't sleep cuz nigga one slip you beef
When the streets to the west side
My flag on the right side
My hat to the left side
I'm strapped with a tech 9
Test how you will lose half of your left side
N hey n all of this dro smokin
Got me seein everythang in slow motion
But I'm so focused so don't try me
S. S. Coastin, 44 beside me
[Chorus]
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