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So much money keep coming I get it like what I'ma do with that Buy choppas and clips hold a hunnid now what I'ma do with that Wonder who I'ma shoot with that Ride through the 8 block and the Rugers clap Call up J.Dot, broad day face shot Hollows make his face drop knock his noodles back Now how true is that Yeah my niggas they doing that All black lets go do a hit Hoodie on they like who is that We at war we got stupid shit Talking 50 shot macs with the cooling kit Fazoland where I'm cooling at Bodies drop I don't got nothing to do with that And man it's crazy that I ain't even made it but these niggas hate me And I'm patient cuz I'm still in 1st place but I ain't even racing I'm just sprinting to 100's and 50's and Beamers and Bentleys Yea its with me, if you want it come get me I move with that semi Don't come near me cause I'll act a fool with that semi In that new SRT8 with a whole pint of drank and a tool in this hemi Heater right on my lap yea so I'm cool in this Hemi And when I stop at the light I make sure I grip tight on that pipe I know niggas out for my life Gotta look to my left and my right I'll be damned I get left at the light Summertime I remember them nights I know niggas out for my life Gotta look to my left and my right I'll be damned I get left at the light Summertime I remember them nights Me and Kobe off ACT with the sprite He just left and they took his life Wish the lord woulda just let him fight But don't trip man its gon be aight Cuz I got lil niggas tryna earn stripes I could write them a check for your life They might walk up and check you tonight 40 sneeze we gon bless you tonight Mask up broski lets do it right Catch a crowd bring them choppas out Ain't no shooting out the car nah bro'nem hopping out Yeah smash on sight fuck the cops we gon pop it out And we stay in the field block busting I'm popping out NO LIMIT's what's popping now City love me ain't nun else to talk about Labels all on my bumper now Call Mikk like bro what they talking bout If they ain't talking them M's ain't none else to talk about Wait till my tape drop watch the label start stalking now I know niggas out for my life Gotta look to my left and my right I'll be damned I get left at the light Summertime I remember them nights I know niggas out for my life Gotta look to my left and my right I'll be damned I get left at the light Summertime I remember them nights
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Londen Buckner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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