Lyrics

One blunt, one car, look that make you have it One gun, one shot, we don't play let's get it We're real, we still, this sound we breaking Southside real shit, I gotta full loaled click This guis now want me, dope boys want me Aziz now smoke weed, for weed he want me Feel me, love me, G-Ben with me We bring the Street, "Falledland" you heard me? Now that Street is hot, criminal mighty Will done, make me fell good, outside that Ak - 47 back in my car man If you want the war We 'll give it bomb! Put your hands up! Put 'em where my eyes can see What's up? Your money will be gon with me Let's fool Is really how we do this game But without playng Put your hands up! Put 'em where my eyes can see What's up? Your money will be gon with me Let's fool Is really how we do this game But without playng Put your hands up! Cock that, this rap, look it man Beat steel, dope man, drunk man, fuck that Jamme! Cocaine in the pot, always high in the house What is that? Ice cube? What the fuck! Is crack! Now the street is hot, you no, you row At phone with your girl, that i fucked when you go Ooh ooh! Look the lil Wolf Ooooh! Get the fuck out my big balls! Old School, new School, nigga don't try that! Trullo rolls and smoke you, fuck, he don't play that! Our guns is our music, break the mouth at this "fakeass" Get my strap, bad motherfucker You're not boss you're "bitchass" Now the street is hot, criminal mighty We'll done, make me feel good out side Ak - 47 back my car man I take it off, wait that will blow Put your hands up! Put 'em where my eyes can see What's up? Your money will be gon with me Let's fool Is really how we do this game But without playng Put your hands up! Put 'em where my eyes can see What's up? Your money will be gon with me Let's fool Is really how we do this game But without playng Put your hands up! Put your hands up! Put, Put your hands up! Put your hands up! Put, Put your hands up!
Writer(s): Giovanni Meola Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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