Lyrics

You was prolly right when you said I was lame and was wack But never been one that'll change in a snap New check gotta leave that old pain in the past When I step I ain't got nothing to claim I just clap Dripping hell hot got it steaming up Them boys fell off now they teaming up If there's trash up on the block than we clean it up If I get rich it ain't just me it's us My goonie doing time time, beasting up If you don't see me to the neck I'm prolly deep as fuck I bring that weekend fun, make that beezy cum Speak bad all you want we trigger squeezing thugs This no church no preach talk Stare and step on em fuck a cheap shot We are put put your boy to sleep squad One up one down bussing down bitch sea salt Juvenile been giving out gbi's In your red zone running over on your defense side Hit stick your hitter up like it's sleeping time Patrolling in they hood like this street is mine No opps just bops hitting me up ain't gotta spit game Chole boy loui v sixth gang When we party bitch we party like we rick james I'm bobby shmurda in my hood my goons nick named Me that They scared to hop out where we hanging at Boned her off the henny and she came all fast Had her on the mic yeah she sang on that I'm just another hopeless dude I like my female hella bold and rude She be sending on the phone them nudes Holy water wet she got that holy cooch Do what we do never trying hard I once broke your little hyna's heart All about bizz and we minding ours She be making moves and likes to play with my private part Fading suckahs up taping blocks with the clippers We be throwing strikes whole line up full of pitchers She got cream I got the whipper, she like the leg twitcher She wanna stick with me but I told her I ain't a sticker You was prolly right when you said I was lame and was wack But never been one that'll change in a snap New check gotta leave that old pain in the past When I step I ain't got nothing to claim I just clap Dripping hell hot got it steaming up Them boys fell off now they teaming up If there's trash up on the block than we clean it up If I get rich it ain't just me it's us My goonie doing time time, beasting up If you don't see me to the neck I'm prolly deep as fuck I bring that weekend fun, make that beezy cum Speak bad all you want we trigger squeezing thugs
Writer(s): Robert Ruacho Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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