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KrispyLife nigga Alright RMC Mike in this shit (Coronado on the beat) Look Spent a lot on these Guccis so I'ma keep on walking Ran up some dog shit so I'ma keep on jogging Gramz bust his mouth down told him "Keep on talking" Hit his hood with some big shit the car keep on stalling So much shit in the trunk I'm scared to move the whip The waitress drop loads on him that's what you call a tip Hold this bitch sideways tryna shoot like I'm in the whip You ain't never been on nay-thing boy you's a bitch Baby chopper hit him up close removed his hip Thumbing through a 100K cash removed the slips Handyman working on the crib keeps tools and shit Blow a nigga car up he wouldn't move his shit Only fuck with niggas that's like me keep it too real I done spent so much on Michael J's I need a shoe deal Ghetto Boy Peezy ain't the only one up two mill Boss shit a snap of my finger can get you killed In that matte-black cat and we sliding on two wheels Scared to leave my shit running cause Baby E steal Let me manage your career bitch I'm Dee Steele In a drop Vette fucking this bitch up I need a detail She fucked four Bloods this week I know she tired of slobs Hit a nigga with that cha-cha he ain't tryna slide I surpassed a lot of niggas and now I'm idolized Pop a nigga at Checkers he done died for fries Took a new bitch to pound town let the condom slide I cannot let Tae see the heat cause he bound to slide Just scored a pint of Wockeisha who down to fly? I'm on my way to some pape who down to ride? Nigga how the fuck is you real rocking fake shit? It's buttons everywhere in this bitch like a spaceship I'm pulling up on any type of pape if it make sense You want the red pill or the blue pill? This The Matrix Hellcat doing 160 in the fast lane Stayed down and waited my turn until the bag came You had to use the whole 30 clip boy you got bad aim I promise I'ma make it to the top that's on my last name Ghetto Boyz times IUR we some problems I'm dropping so much heat inside this bitch I broke the module Doggy bone tried to flex in our hood and we robbed him Real lean head been taking sips of Act since a toddler Wet a nigga jean fit until he out of denim Nigga play with you in any way then you gotta kill him Bitch if you flirt with my nigga then you gotta hit him In LA just fucked a bitch that's from South Central And I don't know if she Blood or Crip Money got me walking funny I got a dub a hip Hit him 27 times right above his hips Amiris I bought em too tight only a dub can fit In Seattle hitting stores with my scammer bitch Seen the flash on the Glock he thought a camera flicked Clip full of cancer patients try to cancel this You could keep that Wockhardt I'm a fan of Trish Just got my dick sucked on some random shit On the Gram lookin' through my likes which fan to hit? Oyster or the Jubilee? which band to pick? I brought my shooter out today I said "Stay in the pit"
Writer(s): Rmc Mike, Isaiah Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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