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What up, Enrgy? Nigga, it's Rio Legendary shit, nigga (Enrgy Beats) Catch a nigga slippin' at the light, make his heart drop Cut the green beam on, make his car stop .223's hit his engine block and cut the car off Stomp on a nigga head off yellow Xannys, call that bar hoppin' My brain like a new car that's in drive with no park options Make a pussy nigga car reverse when the AR popping My fiend say he want a black dog, so I'm tar shopping Finna pour a six of thick red, you still par dropping I gave you boys enough time to drop, now this shit over My Glock like a bad-ass lil' kid, I put a switch on it I broke my cousin tenth scale, I put a brick on it My lil' dawg on Section 8, I'll put some WIC on you They say I talk about the same shit, well, that's all I know If you ain't blowin' opps, keep that shit, bro, them all I smoke If you ain't spendin' blues, keep your bread, bro, that's all I want Four-fives, FN's, and AR pistols all I really tote Making pros and saving cheese, that's what I'm into My bitch got mad, told me to leave, bitch, I was fin' to Pop you in your shit, then tie you up after I kill you I'm finna wrap this nigga, I need an instrumental You tryna learn some street knowledge? I'm a mentor Pop him in his knees, then fight the nigga, he was 6'4" Your bitch put you out the crib again, what you pay rent for? I paid a bitch to fuck and she ain't call, I need to trick more Ayy, I got a drug problem Ten on me now, I'm just at Home Depot rug shopping My bitch a CNA, I gave her five to go scrub shopping I smoke a quarter pound a day, bro, my lungs throbbing Meet the plug, take everything while his son watching Swear to God I ain't stick that nigga up, my gun robbed him Niggas wanna beef? I'm all for it, let's get these guns popping When niggas started shooting up cribs, they took the fun out it Ayy, that shit lame as hell If you snitch and still don't beat your case, I hope you stay in jail Hittin' this bitch, her son keep interrupting, that shit gay as hell I robbed his ass soon as she went to sleep, I got a game for sale No job with jewelry on, hustlin', lookin' flame as hell Might as well write on your forehead, "I got cocaine for sale" Ayy, that shit dumb as fuck I bought some drank and took a cap-full, my tongue numbing up You booming, every time you sell a quarter, put a hundred up Two-point-five million streams a month, look like I'm coming up Paranoid, I shit-bagged a nigga, fucked his stomach up Oh, his car was right next to mine? Thought he was runnin' up They ask me who gon' run the city next, shit, Mike the runner-up School let out, we slid for three months, we shot the summer up Ayy, I hope you understand me You the type of nigga shoot up cribs, you must don't love your family Man, my mama mama keep some drank, damn, I love my granny My bitch'll hit you with the dick, she a fuckin' tranny Yeah, nigga, my bitch got a .40 with a dick on it, nigga She'll hit you with that bitch, too, nigga You better listen to this shit Lil' dumb-ass nigga Boys, nigga, you know what's goin' on It's our year, nigga Matter fact, it's our world, nigga, it's over
Writer(s): Damario Horne Mccullough, Marlon Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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