Songteksten

It's Bathci the tape This sunny 4 This some Ontario lil some funky shit Real apartment babies out here This shit don't stop til the casket drop I was raised by pac screaming fuck my pops I'm straight from the block Where my momma raised me Had nightmares in my head that the the feds was gonna raise me I ain't got time for no fuck shit This really out the mud the shit Hustle for my family And I'm good with the plug bitch Niggas wanna beef Well I ain't beefing unless it's profit That talking and that hating I don't associate with that fraud shit I'm gucci in my set It's 400 around me I drip and drown and I keep it OG I finesse I finesse I should say it again Everything doubled up like buying for twins I spend I spend I stack and save I trick and cash out and buy the whole damm blade I got game for a bitch I ain't worried about nuts White boy in the hood this No Ku Klux This that shopping in rodeo in my all blue chucks Cashed out my momma rent and fucked the streets
Writer(s): Taylor Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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