Letra

Yo I just hop on a beat and smash No cap I'm just speaking facts I be out with the boys on a mad one Got me asking where the chicas at See me I don't need to chat I be turning them seeds to grass Then I whip an OZ to crack Them man never seen a stack See I'm tryna feed the trap Late night skrr and ski with the lads Aye let's go see what we have I'm tryna get these P's in the bag Woah, I'm tryna beat the stats Fuck these lil G's they're wack I'm in the streets I'm back Turning these Z's to racks See I'm tryna get this cash in My G's slide when it's time for action See I could never be back broke so My pockets forever fatten I be out with the boys on a madden We be late night purging, mask on Many mandem wanna come get me Got me feeling like Curtis Jackson In da club see ya gal there passing Looking at me like she wants it raw Oh looks going back and forth So it won't be long til I've smashed that whore Said she like my mangs and she like my slang and the way I talk Posh lil slut but she likes em rough So I'll bet she'll fuck cause I'm from Tang Hall Hop on a beat and ski do this shit easily You don't want beef with me Since B2C I've been an evil genius Just tryna reach my peak It's bleek to see non of y'all reaching me I'm in the streets capeesh All these mandem be talking that shit about me But they've never seen the g So fuck all the shit that talking cause they ain't got nothing on me man I swear I way ahead of all these fucking followers Feeling like Rocky when he run up the stairs You want a problem I'd probably beware I got a squad that'll take off ya head Ain't gotta holla man they just be there With a bat in the back when I pull up be scared Ain't no way ima let some little divvy talk shit about me So I'd watch your mouth I just pull up right outside the house And I'm betting a thou that he won't come out Little motor mouth I be rolling round With a load of pals if they want the smoke tell 'em phone me now Yeah ya know the sound it's like dee said They ain't like us man I hold it down I just hop on a beat and smash No cap I'm just speaking facts I be out with the boys on a mad one Got me asking where the chicas at See me I don't need to chat I be turning them seeds to grass Then I whip an OZ to crack Them man never seen a stack See I'm tryna feed the trap Late night skrr and ski with the lads Aye let's go see what we have I'm tryna get these P's in the bag Woah, I'm tryna beat the stats Fuck these lil G's they're wack I'm in the streets I'm back Turning these Z's to racks See I'm tryna get this cash in My G's slide when it's time for action See I could never be back broke so My pockets forever fatten I be out with the boys on a madden We be late night purging, mask on Many mandem wanna come get me Got me feeling like Curtis Jackson
Writer(s): Billyboy Fitch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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