Adlibs

I be up all night thinkin' how we gon' get it Young boy ran off on the plug for them digits Ran off on the plug twice and we split it Yeah I'ma get us out the hood in a minute Yeah all my niggas from the hood, they with it I get high like the crime rates in my city Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic Ay, who he? I don't know who that is Nigga pushing weight like I bully fat kids Heard your mixtape, boy it was average Niggas best songs ain't fuckin' with my adlibs I just want to count money, smoke jattic Heard the boy movin' funny, let him have it Bad service, he could get static Boy it only takes one call for the rachet And that's only if a nigga don't have it Pull up on your block right now, make action Got this music shit poppin' and crackin' Got my whole block sayin' nigga keep rappin' Word to Block, I remember I ain't have shit Now your thot sayin' I'm the main attraction Now I'm hot, hoes tryna sneak back in And the block hot but I sneak with a MAC-10 Block hot, they gon' creep if you lacking I'm from the block, same block I was trapping Fuck the cops, free Melo, he was stacking Came from shoebox money in the mattress I done made a couple bands by myself Hit licks by myself, I don't need no help I got bad hoes and my hoes top shelf You smokin' that trash, that's bad for your health And I really ran off on the plug If you talkin' 'bout drugs KD got the belt And you boys ain't really from the hood Leave you swimmin' in your blood, that boy Michael Phelps But I need an I8, no Honda Civic I don't do no blind dates, can't love no bitches Where I'm from snitches getting way more than stitches Young nigga, I'ma turn the rags into riches I be up all night thinkin' how we gon' get it Young boy ran off on the plug for them digits Ran off on the plug twice and we split it Yeah I'ma get us out the hood in a minute Yeah all my niggas from the hood, they with it I get high like the crime rates in my city Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic Ay, KD, Jay Critch hood favorite Cops take me, best believe I don't say shit Came from dirty dollar caps and them ranges Jumped off the porch but I jumped off the pavement I was probably with Laron in the basement And with my niggas Swoop and 500 getting faded I was probably hitting juggs 'til I made it I could call Tango, you could get a facelift I could call Four-Oh, you could lose your main bitch Wrist like '04, we been on the same shit RIP D-Block, we be on that gang shit Ain't about the money then you speak another language I be up all night thinkin' how we gon' get it Young boy ran off on the plug for them digits Ran off on the plug twice and we split it Yeah I'ma get us out the hood in a minute Yeah all my niggas from the hood, they with it I get high like the crime rates in my city Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic Jay Critch, hood favorite Nigga pushing weight like I bully fat kids It was average Fuckin' with my adlibs