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Chill man Don dada, you heard, man? Niggas know how I'm rockin', nigga Niggas know how I'm comin', nigga You heard me? Apply pressure on these suckers, nigga All day, every day Shit was fuckin' up my focus, you feel me? Yeah, CorkolandKrazy, nigga I said I bang the same gang, I ain't switchin' up Fuck the suckers, I ain't cliquin' up Paramedics could've saved your homie life but they weren't quick enough Now the stretchers gotta pick him up I show no mercy for the opposites, I did a lot for this I ain't squashin' shit, niggas die behind these politics And free my brother Sleep, we hit a lot of licks When Cork got popped, me and K took a lot of trips Pulled my first skit like, "Fuck it, bro, I'm all in" Check the scoreboard, we slid more than y'all did Sucker popped at me, I dropped somethin' the same night Had to trade for Wally, popped two niggas with the same nine They said I'd be dead or in the penitentiary I just wanna know if you can be there for me mentally When they killed my nigga, shit fucked with me spiritually Literally drop somethin' every time I shed a tear for him Dope dick, give her dope dick, baby so thick Rode this and she throat this, I'm like, "Oh, shit" Hold this, baby, roll this, let's get focused Let me stroke this, touch your toes, let me poke this I need pros, bitch, bankrolls that can't fold, bitch Broke bitch, can you be my ho? Hell no, bitch Real nigga, I ain't told shit, my name golden Lil' nigga, you ain't blow shit, you ain't smoke shit Your homie told on the case and y'all bool with it One of mines, we smoke him, then act like we had nothin' to do with it Fool with it, ayy, really a fool with it Die with his gun, young nigga bought it just to boost with it Gunshots, bloodshed, ain't no truce, nigga Thought it was a game 'til they found out that we shoot niggas Bounce up out your cut, peekaboo, nigga, boo, nigga New niggas? What? Hell nah, we don't recruit niggas Drop who, nigga? Hell nah, we don't lose, nigga You a fool, nigga, we been givin' y'all the blues, nigga Ayy, I need blues, baby Lot to lose, baby, fuck your dude, come in twos, baby, hey Yeah, you ain't rockin' VVS's, them is S and I's Sweet talk a broke bitch out her SSI every time Fork over the fetti, I need every dime Every time we slidin', niggas dyin', I ain't never lied Fingerprints, wipe that thang down, make sure it's sanitized 100K, I used to sit in the trap and just fantasize Real though, forty with a boulder, that's a dildo Bobby on the federal papers, that nigga still a go Broke nigga, fuck you stealin' for? I would've put you on Boogers on the Rollie and we clarifyin' any stone Bury blood, you helped carry blood, then you carried on You ain't double back and set trip, you niggas dead wrong Headstone, piss all on that bitch ass nigga headstone We don't do no woofin', suckers hidin', know we cooked 'em La fa-illa ties, I'll die behind my hoodlums Bitch, we don't fuck with pork, you know my mama 'nem is Muslim Got her lookin', pay me what you weigh and we can run it I just pulled it off the lot, I'm through the hood doin' a hundred Bitches buggin', she just wanna fuck me on the leather I was bool but she cool so if she suck it, I'ma let her Fuck a letter, I just wanted Biggie back, blood We was in the bounty politickin', bickin' back, blood Still thuggin', million dollar nigga in the trenches I'ma take the ride 'cause payin' for it is expensive Niggas trippin', trippin' trippin', nigga, on my Mama Swap the nickel out and switch the plates on the Honda Usalama, ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for all my partners Ain't a nigga I wouldn't shoot for all my partners, yeah
Writer(s): Timothy Patterson, Jesse Desa, Alvin Kumar, Kenyana Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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