Lyrics

My niggas swipe cards They don't like to carry cash on em If I see opp oh you know I gotta blast at him Pull up to my hood Ima show you what them streets like Two twin glocks zack and cody ain't no sweet life If you about it then be about it ion like to do no talking Aint about the mula wrong number stop calling If I got a problem my wolves gon do the solving These niggas bench warmers Cause they don't really be ballin no Ion wanna show you what them wolves really do Never been a goofy militant is how we move If its bout the money then you know we coming through Like a fortune cookie for that paper break you up in two Busting it down no we ain't fucking around I get the addy and I'm hunting down Thats word to fivi keep a small circle I be rolling with like 5 deep But if its war the goonies come thru and we mobbing On the dash designer belt buckle it be holding up my pants I'm just trynna run me up a bag up a bag Niggas talking hot when I know they just a fan 2 Double o yeah that be where my head lay Ion feel right if I'm not about to get paid I get straight a's so I dare a nigga test me Know the gang coming baby go and bring ya besties Ya could all get hit ya don't ball like this I love nuttin more than to talk my shit But they hate to see me do it to em Ion wanna do it to em Ain't got shit to prove but you know I still prove it to em Got a couple bad little biddies on the way Rise and grind we getting chicken on the wake If I pull up to her crib then you know I'm staying late If the feds wanna talk I ain't got nuttin to say no no no Got a couple bad little biddies on the way If the feds wanna talk I ain't got nuttin to
Writer(s): Josen Perez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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