Lyrics

(Aye) Walk around like I'm the shit Knew I had it from the rip Just blew an ounce with the clique And shawty bouncing on the dick (Aye) She got her eye on my pockets I'm like girl you need to stop it Baby I see through the schemes Plotting on me not an option Walk around like I'm the shit I knew I had it from the rip Just blew an ounce with the clique And shawty bouncing on the dick (Aye) She got her eye on my pockets I'm like girl you need to stop it Baby I see through the schemes Plotting on me not an option I need my personal space Please get the fuck out my face County Kids winning the race Ain't got no need to escape I'm in my bag with the gang Rolling doobies while we laugh at you lames Pull up on you, then I'm passing you lames Alexander if she ask for the name Moved out One Deuce I was ten I was with Suavie and Josh and Jacquille Man we was too goofy back then I knew some others, but niggas grew up And now all that they do is pretend That ain't for me, 'cause I know myself I gotta stay true to 'til the end Me and my crew 'til the end Lately I'm upping the pricing Mami just wanna be wifey We making films like I'm Spike Lee She buggin' out on the pipe (Sheesh) These niggas pressed for the ice They think that they living the life Lil' homie got fly off the refund My nigga ain't spending it right (Aye) I'll rap my lyrics, look dead in your eyes Can't be on microphones telling no lies It's really Bam, it is not a disguise Them boys is wildin' like Lord of the Flies Them niggas wildin' like North of the Wall Winter arrived, I been killing 'em all Shout out Mo' County, aye we got the ball I think I'm the shit, but no they'll never stall Walk around like I'm the shit Knew I had it from the rip Just blew an ounce with the clique And shawty bouncing on the dick (Aye) She got her eye on my pockets I'm like girl you need to stop it Baby I see through the schemes Plotting on me not an option Walk around like I'm the shit I knew I had it from the rip Just blew an ounce with the clique And shawty bouncing on the dick (Aye) She got her eye on my pockets I'm like girl you need to stop it Baby I see through the schemes Plotting on me not an option (Aye, aye) Ravioli with the cheese in it Napkin tucked so I'm clean with it Private room with the team in it I ain't get it if the team didn't All black 'cause I mean business That's just how we pulling up Lately all that we see from you niggas Is reppin' sets, y'all ain't putting up You can't smoke with me if you ain't putting up Been heard about all the plans But in reality y'all ain't do enough Steady fucking with the foolish stuff Y'all was steady fucking with the foolish ones I see through the mask Stick to the task Jay hit record and it's time to attack I go to war, nigga I gotta max I'm through with shopping at T.J. Maxx I'm tryna make it to Neiman's and Saks' Pull up in Hondas, your bitch in the back I'ma dig in her back, then I'm giving her back Y'all niggas tweaking, aye y'all off the shits We chasing money, you chasing a bitch Told em they DJs, they been in the mix And we pass them hoes like the hookah was lit I'm in the county, smoking the Maui Them niggas purping, ain't got no Audis Their shit is basic, how that gon' wow me? All that designer, that don't astound me Y'all got me hype, I'm getting rowdy Smoke in the air, tunnel vision gets cloudy Yeah I got lost, my brothers they found me Now they surround me We want the bounty Walk around like I'm the shit Knew I had it from the rip Just blew an ounce with the clique And shawty bouncing on the dick (Aye) She got her eye on my pockets I'm like girl you need to stop it Baby I see through the schemes Plotting on me not an option Walk around like I'm the shit I knew I had it from the rip Just blew an ounce with the clique And shawty bouncing on the dick (Aye) She got her eye on my pockets I'm like girl you need to stop it Baby I see through the schemes Plotting on me not an option
Writer(s): Kamen Barnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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