Lyrics

Wape LA gang Zino gang Ok I'm ballin' like Tat I get green like I'm Jayson These niggas broke and they hating Ran up a check I can do it adjacent That's why I feel like I made it Still with the bro's it ain't never no changing We all gone die bout this gang shit I'm on them meds I just might smoke me a opp hop out run em down and I face em Boss still jugging finessing I got them plays like it's madden Cost we ain't tripping bout nothing Lil baby you want it you got it Lost I ain't never missed none I came back and went above average In the trap got them bricks in the attic Stacking these racks up done turned to a habit I get that green like I'm tatt Vito gang I got em tatted Pheines calling know it's that got em all coming back right after Don't none of my niggas ride scat tryna pull up in ghost like I'm Casper Told that b it ain't no tit for tat so whatever she want yea she got it I trap out a pent not a loft so my view is different than niggas Trappin in Louis 2013 it was Truey got racks all off in my amiri's Most these niggas be cap they ain't serious Boy I ran it up fast and furious When I'm preaching these facts they ain't hearing it Takeoff on all of they ass they keep clearing me You know I can still get it off Playing round with that white like I'm Virgil Free big bro out the jam Suspended his time like he in there looking like erkel No I never could trip bout a lost Roll my Ls and I'm facing my lessons Heaven sent that's the way I was brought in Niggas keep hating I'm counting these blessings Ok I'm ballin' like Tat I get green like I'm Jayson These niggas broke and they hating Ran up a check I can do it adjacent That's why I feel like I made it Still with the bro's it ain't never no changing We all gone die bout this gang shit I'm on them meds I just might smoke me a opp hop out run em down and I face 'em Boss still juggin' finessing I got them plays like it's madden Cost we ain't tripping bout nothing Lil baby you want it you got it Lost I ain't never missed none I came back and went above average In the trap got them bricks in the attic Stacking these racks up done turned to a habit Commas on commas I need me a decimal These niggas claim they want drama he gone be the next to go I just be fuckin' these bitches ain't none bout em special I cannot fuck with these niggas they switching too fast is you gone ride that's the Principle I'm on the south got it booming it look like lil Mexico We smoking 93 supreme yea it gas straight from Texaco I think it's the way I be coming off spazzing let me know Or it's the way I hop on & I ride it sumn like Aladdin they tryna stay afloat Best to go do it they calling me goat I'm out in traffic wit k's I'm with po She wanna fuck but I rather get dough Playin' with that raw I want all of the smoke Wapo for president go out and vote All of this drop I might drown me a hoe Talk out his top and watch him hit the floor Yea we still out applying the pressure Rudy ass niggas stay doing extra Brand new choppers I can't wait to test em I get guap on a whole nother level Nah they can't handle me like a Tesla All these racks fill a bus Jerome bettis Hop out the whip run em down And I stretch em Bodies on bodies ain't leaving no witness
Writer(s): Anthony Hopkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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