Letra
You ain't never make it to the top ****
You was only hot up on ya block
You **** need to stop
**** always talking bout they real
But these **** ain't never play the field
You **** gotta chill
You ain't letting automatics spit
You ain't running round holding on the grip
Cause **** you a bitch
**** don't even know ya name
You ain't never get respect up in this game
My **** put in pain
You ain't gotta like me
But you gone show me respect
And they still gone cut me a check ****
You ain't gotta like me
But you gone show me respect
And they still gone cut me a check mother fucker
Its like I'm locked out
Cause I left a key in the house
My bitch used to move coke
Like queen of the south
Supply ya whole hood ****
When ya team in a drought
But talking ain't gone get you nothing
But a beam in ya mouth
The big gat the drama is on
I'm with that
You the type to get robbed
And try to buy ya shit back
Not me my **** ima pull it and clap
You snatch mine
Guess what? its a bullet attached
So just know
What I don't give, a flying fuck
My **** all putting in pain
The iron buck so if its really worth it
My **** than try ya luck
Ya best bet when I pull out
To try and duck mother fucker
You ain't never make it to the top ****
You was only hot up on ya block
You **** need to stop
**** always talking bout they real
But these **** ain't never play the field
You **** gotta chill
You ain't letting automatics spit
You ain't running round holding on the grip
Cause **** you a bitch
**** don't even know ya name
You ain't never get respect up in this game
My **** put in pain
White collar fuck what you think
3 dice couple dollars I be off to the bank
White collar fuck what you think
3 dice couple dollars I be off to the bank
Coogi on toolie in the sweats
Pressure bust pipes put a uzi to ya neck
I snatched co ice and made a movie in the jects
Pissy elevator smell the woolie in the steps
Yeah rocko lie gone air hollows murder 1 11
Eleven I seen homo's 7 series coupe
In back is pean Tahoe
Rest in peace Chinx
Rock links that queens follow
Duck and swerve desi **** pluck this bird
Cuffed on curbs for stuff we served
Fuck furs
We in them Duncans we touching them spurs
Luck turns I'm Luchiano cussing in words
You ain't never make it to the top ****
You was only hot up on ya block
You **** need to stop
**** always talking bout they real
But these **** ain't never play the field
You **** gotta chill
You ain't letting automatics spit
You ain't running round holding on the grip
Cause **** you a bitch
**** don't even know ya name
You ain't never get respect up in this game
My **** put in pain
Written by: curtis donald little


