Lyrics

Zayto Whole lotta gang shit going on in this motherfucka SOB x RBE shit Shout out my nigga Zaytoven And I still remember days when I was doing bad Lil' bro just dropped the mask and did him bad We had to do the dash Never gave a pass and never will T.O. been bound and drilled No heart up in that field Don't you know love will get you killed? It get crazy baby When we hit your city like the navy baby Shit get mainey baby But don't trip 'cause it's all gravy baby Pray the lord save me and come take me If he choose to take me I ain't from the Crest but ask about me We'll do 'em janky The streets talking We them niggas that you heard about Nigga once your name up in them statements You can't blur it out Like damn why brodie speaking Got me creeping with this Gleek And I ain't graduate but I got my diploma in these streets And don't a day go by when a nigga ain't high What's the use of the truth if I can't tell a lie Barely made it out alive, he was born in that fire So we ride, with that fire Push the line, with that fire Another day, another show, I ain't got time baby I've been having real shit up on my mind lately Upped it on him 'cause your nigga out of line baby You either slide or do the don't when it gets time baby We be thuggin' outside 'til the cops come Thought he was a real nigga but he not one And we ain't going in the house 'til we drop some I'll be right here with my brothers 'til that time come One whip, four sticks when we bend blocks Big Glock, big chop when we send shots Make a bitch kiss this dick I don't lip lock A grimey nigga with these diamonds watch me drip drop I remember I was broke, nigga rock bottom Pop a nigga with this Glock, then pop my collar Slimmy motherfucking B, I'm the dun dada If baby wanna eat this dick I need top dollar (Lil' Bitch) You can smell these Runtz on me bitch I'm the loudest If that money called then a nigga re-routing When I'm off that Heen I be gigging, clowning Ice bitch diamonds in my grill got me smiling Send a bond on this Gleezy this bitch hold fifty Best friends with that Drake' but I don't know Drizzy It's a Glock on everybody and they hold plenty The real G-Unit bitch but I don't know 50 Lil' Nigga Another day, another show, I ain't got time baby I've been having real shit up on my mind lately Upped it on him 'cause your nigga out of line baby You either slide or do the down when it gets time baby We be thuggin' outside 'til the cops come Thought he was a real nigga but he not one And we ain't going in the house 'til we drop some I'll be right here with my brothers 'til that time come I'm off Heen, percs and Runts, bitch I'm hella on She like it with the lights on so I hit her with my bezel on Clip so long, shoot for half an hour, bitch an episode The dogs I got don't love to find no Frisbee, they all fetching souls Five grams of all flavors and this Russian Cream Sick to my stomach King will never meet his uncle Shied I'm in court, pants sagging I ain't tucking tees And still be blowing money fast like I fuck with meeze We can take a trip out the country, it's nothing baby Woulda thought this bitch was mental how she fuck me crazy Bury your ass alive, he want smoke? Then we gon' undertake him Born in '97 but I'm dope like I was from the 80's Let a nigga step on these Balenci's and get beat on Pop my collar and tell her something nice to get my P on Lil' baby thought my hoody spelled out love Naw bitch this Vlone She know that pussy good that shit ain't Take me nothing but three strokes Another day, another show, I ain't got time baby I've been having real shit up on my mind lately Upped it on him 'cause your nigga out of line baby You either slide or do the down when it gets time baby We be thuggin' outside 'til the cops come Thought he was a real nigga but he not one And we ain't going in the house 'til we drop some I'll be right here with my brothers 'til that time come
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Wayman Barrow, Jabbar Brown, Juwon Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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