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(GnB) oh, man Baby, said you've been, you've been, you've been You've been, you've been, you've been, you've been, you've been Woo, here come them killa, boy I get so much money and my lil' nigga 'nem killin' for it SRT for all my shows, can't pop out in no Sprinter, boy Ain't spinnin' out no rental, stolen car sent up, got killers for it Took your ho to dinner, I ain't goin' nowhere the ho can't afford All my niggas screamin' murder, crackin' fours on one accord Beefin' with these old-ass opps, I don't play with lil' boys I ain't gon' never stand down, I'm bringin' pressure, them niggas know it Hop out blammin' shit on camera, bullets slammin' shit like hammer My lil' bih keep askin', "Is it gon' stop?" She know what's the answer This shit might not never stop, step on shit 'til my casket drop My shit might not never flop, the street go platinum when I drop In a bulletproof, no tint, got the opps mad, they gettin' bent Look at the boy face, knocked his shit back, I caught him up on that fence I got real sauce, don't rock no Gallery, but fuck with Trent I come from the projects where nachos and shit cost 50 cents Kingsgate Drive, apartment, 23636 Matter fact, that G block, pull up on me, I'm in the bricks They can't get up on me, got baby threats and they with the shit Strapped up with that switch, have the safest sex when I hit your bitch One thing you gotta know 'bout me, I'ma get some money Put on every chain, ain't no nigga ain't takin' nothin' All that trollin' on the 'net, I hope a nigga shoot they gun Nigga, don't try to shoot back, we pull up, make niggas run Post 200 thousand on IG, they say, "He up to somethin'" Catch you out in traffic, scoot up on 'em, get up close on somethin' This pussy ain't even got no legs, he ain't stepped on nothin' 7.62 gon' twist his dreads, we gon' get him done
Writer(s): Rodney Lamont Wright Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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