Superstar Lineup (feat. City Paper, LA, D-Lo & Jellyroll)

This is a Superstar Lineup, I know you already know

Sounds like money, you a G.I. Zone 8, PJ in an A game

Jelly Roll, Young Cleva, Young Paper, Dlo and LA

Get money, you broke bitch, sound like a lil' something I know y'all hate me

Yeah, no way

I said that hate goes on

See I'm always on my grind (grind), money on my mind (mind)

See me rollin' 65 (five), yeah, blowin' on that fire (fire)

I don't know about you (but it's gangsta right here)

And I don't know about you (but it's good right here)

See I'm always on my grind (grind), money on my mind (mind)

Rollin' 65 (five), yeah, blowin' on that fire (fire)

I don't know about you, but it's hustlers right here

And I don't know about you (we gettin' money out here)

Tellin' Roll stop to car shop and block three lanes

So many cars, I do curves with the keychain

You better tell them paper how to clip the hundred haters

Out south to the west, rest in peace moneymakers

Yeah, them girls like the way it has a yellow flavor

I raise my wrist in the club like, hello haters

I could either hit pistol or give chisel a jerk

I'm Allen I with the rock, I can dribble to work

Yeah, I'm super cold, somebody need to cut the dooder check

And plus I touch more keys than the computer tech

I keep it moving yeah, yeah and I stay true to this

Blue stones make me think the wrist some kind of Hoover Crip

Everybody know that **** named Blaze

16-5, we got a sale on the K-K

Don't try to pull it, got a 40 on the waist (aha), so you know what that mean

That's a 40 in your face

Yeah, I make you lean with it, drop with it, don't get it

With it, they can lay, won't pop with it

Yeah, and the streets want from man, **** gotta eat

So they stay whippin' crack, bam, if it's scared

So it stay comin' back, man, tip a tip a whole yard for a whole gram

Where you at i'm in the hood like the mailman

Box whip, sittin' high, skating on some brogain

You See I'm always on my grind (grind), money on my mind (mind)

See me rollin' 65 (five), yeah, blowin' on that fire (fire)

I don't know about you, but it's gangsta right here

And I don't know about you (but it's good right here)

You See I'm always on my grind (grind), money on my mind (mind)

Rollin' 65 (five), yeah, blowin' on that fire (fire)

I don't know about you, but it's hustlers right here

And I don't know about you (we gettin' money right here)

Young Paper, I'm one of the best in this city

Paul Woods in the pipe, watch it bounce back from Quentin

Now I'm all in together, plus a zip of 650

I play the long shot, have a more like Billy

My pot stay hot, you wanna borrow mine?

I quit hooping for the game, now I'm causing hands

I got 20 on my wrist, it ain't hard to shine

Matter fact it's easy, and our friends are Weezy

And I hustle, we got it, dope boys believe me

Dope house, sell a spot, and take a grand to see me

Appetites like a lion that take a bird to feed me

Prince and Taylor, they need me, Gun, young paper, baby

They be brushing their shoulder, I be brushing my cash

And they be fucked with oil base, I be fucked with glass

The L-O is preceded by the D and the dash

And I ain't gotta go cop it, I got weed in the stash

And the money in the bank, not me

Hey, mine in my pocket, so much of it got me walkin' knock knees

And I make the block bleed like a blood

Chain on my neck got the haters like, uh

All I need is one of these **** to jump

And I'ma roll the window down, hit 'em with the pump

And I ain't gon' stop the jelly 'til I mess enough

Then it's back to breakin' birds down the 8400 cups

****, See I'm always on my grind (grind), money on my mind (mind)

See me rollin' 65 (five), yeah, blowin' on that fire (fire)

I don't know about you, but it's gangsta right here

And I don't know about you (but it's good right here)

See I'm always on my grind (grind), money on my mind (mind)

The gang rollin' 65 (five), yeah, blowin' on that fire (fire)

I don't know about you, but it's hustlers right here

And I don't know about you (we gettin' money right here)

It's your boy from the north side, posted on the block

And I'm that **** who your bitch wanna chop

So fucked, so hood, so gutted, so wild

And these **** got scared when they heard my style

I'm doing big boy things, gettin' big boy chains

Gettin' thanks to the drought, I'm doing D-boy things

And I got a bad bitch givin' big L-frame

Real **** on my team, I ain't worried 'bout a thing

Everybody know me, I'm the motherfuckin' truth

In my squad so deep and they all go shoot

Put my town on the map, I'ma get town rough

Stumpin' ground on the north, I let your boy clout

See I'm always on my grind (grind), money on my mind (mind)

See me rollin' 65 (five), yeah, blowin' on that fire (fire)

I don't know about you, but it's gangsta right here

And I don't know about you (but it's good right here)

You See I'm always on my grind (grind), money on my mind (mind)

Rollin' 65 (five), yeah, blowin' on that fire (fire)

I don't know about you, but it's hustlers right here

And I don't know about you (we gettin' money right here)

Yeah, and that's a line-up for ya

Matter of fact, that's the all-star line-up

My **** Dlo, what's up, man?

Jelly Roll, LA, Young Paper

And your boy Junk Cleva, the rookie of the year

GI Entertainment, ****

We doin' it like this

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