Lyrics

Ridin' in my car and my pockets feeling assed out Ran up on this sucka caught him slippin' And without a doubt Round made a loud sound capped him in the chest Laid to rest, over a pile of mess My blood is pumpin' hard I'm kinda greedy for that cheese mane Reachin in his pocket thinkin' big On some pocket change Turnt 'em on his stomach He start to vomiting up his blood and guts First degree and robbery so then I headed back to the cut Gat is in my hand and see i'm smokin' on some B.U.D Chicken make me tired so then I grab a pack and snort that P One and one is up my nose, it's feeling like my brain on crack Ridin on a Bajaj 30 30 like the Skinny mack Scopin' out this telescope this nigga and then I saw a bone Cock the mac-10 back, it's time to get 'em, yeah this shit is on Creepin right behind him held him hostage then I take his bank Even though I know the lemon mane, Lil Noid is with that game N is for Lil Noid, makin stangs for that bloody dough O is puttin' em on the floor but mane Yall just don't hear me though I is in yo shit and then the D is for yo fuckin death We have to tell these trick what's up Hold yo breath and break yo self Break yo self, bitch, break yo self, bitch Break yo self, bitch, break yo self, bitch Break yo self, bitch, break yo self, bitch Break yo self, bitch, break yo self Back up on my hustle when a robbery is in pursuit My father taught me how to play the game And so it's in my root Taught me how to backstab Steal and make money too So I set my father for a Robbery to take his loot Mane it makes no difference When it comes down to that greeny-green Make a heavy nigga sick I get my ass and then I'm ridin' clean Thinkin' when i get some M.O.N.E.Y to buy some dope So I change my method And my style to rob some white folk Sneaky and mischievous I'm devious don't give a fuck Caught some white folk slippin' In they front yard so I stuck em up Took em to they house they Hit the carpet face down on the floor Bitch you livin' rich, I'm livin' poor so where that money hoe? Made em spread they legs And spread they arms they lookin' weird as hell Once I got that cheese I hit the door and yeah it's time to bail
Writer(s): Jordan Houston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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