Lyrics

Ayy, Lil Loaded done did it again Huh? What? Yeah, uh Ayy, Contraband! Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask him if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better, ayy Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better I'm a finessing kid, I was jigging, I was robbing Beat a pussy nigga ass, then I go right in his pockets Ooh, he got a burner Tell that nigga, "Let me touch it" Now this shit is mine, you better get back before I bust it Young nigga living wild at life Brand new fire leave his brain on the phone Now he gon' speak his mind I'on ask for help 'cause I got way to much pride And I'on need my chain, I got way too much shine They ask me if I'm good, I feel like Mary J. Blige I'm torn up deep inside, but everything is just fine Coming into me, know I always got is time But I don't trust you with these secrets, live a dark life Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask him if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better, ayy Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better Teach that boy about that dissing, toss his ass just like a frisbee B-I-G bullets like Biggie (boom-boom) I'm a warrior just like Windy, play a low hand just like Lindsey Now this city, you feel me? (You feel me?) Can't heal, and that shit can kill me Get better and that shit can heal It go to war for mine, can't take no more of mine My hood be four to five, got metal like foreign ice That AK get put on ice, want beef then take a slice Want smoke, then pay the price My killer gon' take your life I got to turn up my whole city, we can make it They know that young kid destined out here for some greatness And I'm a king, ain't no way that I can fake it I got a demon, ain't no way I can shake it Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask him if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better, ayy Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better Do it, do it, do it, do it better Opp's block, ask him if it's pressured Do it better Opp's block, ask him if it's pressured
Writer(s): Cooper Anderson, Dashawn Robertson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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