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Izze the producer Oh yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Ha ha Honorary member I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn) I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah) I heard you beefin', ain't nobody got shot yet? Four hundred thousand dollar coupe parked in the projects A half a million dollar wardrobe in the closet Only nigga in the city 488 'Rari I went from sellin' bales to sellin' out shows, nigga Who cut the lights on? Got all my ice on Fuck a record deal, fuck a co-sign I signed to the plug, nigga, back in oh-five (aye) Made a quarter million sellin' dope in North Memphis Made a whole ticket, nigga, just in South Memphis Remember all the bad bitches stay in East Memphis But I think my black haven bitch was the thickest (for real) But I swear my California bitch was the littest I just flew a bad bitch in from Philly She said she just wanna fuck and go to Wet Willies I just had a smoke session in the back of the Bentley (hey, give me a lighter) I might send twenty to your doorstep for Christmas (Merry Christmas) They don't want us to ball, they want us in prison (damn) I spent in the mall every time that I visit I'm on tour 'cross the country, bunch of skreet niggas with me Them niggas rappin' them fake gangsta stories in the way I can show you how to get eighty pounds in one day They can teach you how to hate, I'mma show you how to get paid I put 20K dirty money in the collection plate Aye, nine-hundred bands in my old-school Chevrolet (yeah) Racks on top of racks, everyday I elevate (yeah) Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (say what?) Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (whoo) God keep blessin' me, so everyday I meditate (thank you) Them bitches, I don't trust 'em, tell a hater I say "fuck 'em" Aye, aye, I be fresh as fuck when you see me donnin' Tell the truth fuck nigga, you wanna be me donnin' Doin' donuts in a coupe that costs a house (skrr) Aye, be quiet, you can't hear 'em, smokin' loud This lil' bad bitch with me poppin' perkies I say "What that is?", she say "That's a thirty" I woke up this mornin' in a penthouse Turnin' down bad bitches, I'm the shit now I'm geeked up, Facebook Twenty Glocks, three carbons, eight Dracos At the stash house stackin' money like it's Legos Smokin' big blunts, rubber bandin' pesos She mad at me just because I never text her back (damn) She just want me to come over and kill her from the back (back) I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn) I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)
Writer(s): Maurice Williams, David Cunningham, Ihsan Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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