Lyrics

Look, I'm from the 4-8-0, where we can really get it poppin' Either way it go We finna show up on your block This ain't no tic-tac-toe But you gon' end up gettin' got Said you got mad cars? Well, we gon' take them too From the 5-2-0, when niggas really get killed From the 6-0-2, where niggas do it for real From the 6-2-3, you see these niggas cracked out And this shit from my mama, so you gon' see me spaz out Let me Put the cash up, since they wanna act out I'm from the city, boy Guess I got to act out They don't be catching all these bars, I got to read it to 'em Can't get the rise up outta JAAÈ, no, I don't feed into 'em Show 'em what a AZ nigga, bout Comin' with the best of the flows and bars, no doubt Niggas chasin' fame, Sound the same They all want clout Bitch, I go insane Going Saiyan I'm clearin' 'em out You ain't steppin' with my woes If you steppin' out the line Then I'm steppin' on your toes Don't be playin' on my top Don't be pullin' on these clothes Even if it's fuckin' summer, I am hotter than these hoes Got to shot at Z-Babes, you know? The big stepper Colder than the freeze, the frost, the cold weather Hotter than the, ha the ha The ghost pepper See me, then I'm gone with the wind Real ghost weather
Writer(s): Jaaè Cañez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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