Lyrics

Yeah Suckers on the 'Gram with blammy, they tell him to use it My brudda brudda just paroled, family reunion I know a hundred niggas broke that ain't sellin' the toolage Pink fifties lookin' crispy, the hundreds is bluein' My location is the ghetto, I'm bomfortably boolin' The Crips love me on the B, niggas fuck with the movement Lil' Jewish prostitute, blew a bag on the jewels Blew a stack on Amiris, then blew a stack on the shoes Ayy, if they threatened you with life, would you crack on your goon? I tend to whisper when I feel it's a rat in the room How you put the homies on, but let your brothers starve? That nigga Bob was takin' trips inside his mother car It's Oak Park, 4th Ave, forever fuck a star 30 P's inside a duffle, this a hundred large Damn, my nigga died off a couple bars I can't believe you think you sippin' with that cup of Par Them cold cuffs'll turn a boy to a man, y'all If he ain't takin' care his kids, don't understand dawg Nightmares of being captured in a standoff Ain't even make it to arraignment 'fore she ran off Them cold cuffs'll turn a boy to a man, y'all If he ain't takin' care his kids, don't understand dawg Nightmares of being captured in a standoff Ain't even make it to arraignment 'fore she ran off 150 thou' in 20's just to throw around Pollute the air with Candy, girl, we just blew a pound, move around Ayy, ten-to-four, dice lose if they don't hit him now Fuck around and strip him, he ain't been around I miss the green and the yellow store You got potential, they don't tell us, though So we'll never know I miss Deezy, hard to let him go I love you Terrion and A, this shit forever four, yeah I'm deeply rooted, nigga, set in stone They wanna know if I'm One Mob, run and tell 'em no 'Cause I'm from 4th and only, 4th and 12th my second home Real traditional gang member, they respect it, though He dissin' Zo in all his songs and we gon' catch him, though I mention Zo in all my songs, that's inevitable, yeah I should've been at Deray's service, he's irreparable Any excuse that I could think of unacceptable with standards Them cold cuffs'll turn a boy to a man, y'all If he ain't takin' care his kids, don't understand dawg Nightmares of being captured in a standoff Ain't even make it to arraignment 'fore she ran off Them cold cuffs'll turn a boy to a man, y'all If he ain't takin' care his kids, don't understand dawg Nightmares of being captured in a standoff Ain't even make it to arraignment 'fore she ran off
Writer(s): Timothy Patterson, Jay Bangz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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