Lyrics

Powder dusting up the counter This fish like piranha it's biting Every drug designer like it's fashion week On Vice Land You let a nigga rob you But he still walking what you frightened Give a fuck how big Look elephants scared of mice man Put that strap to so many caps Like I make dad hats Cyber thugs typing in caps Like I'm gon back back See you out in person Embarrass you get ya whip snatched Bitch nigga last nigga Still ain't get his shit back Y'all niggas hoes bro I'm dripping I let my soul glow From Greece but she coming to america Fasho sho To see me Mack she already attached Just by my photos Only black label We don't rock the same polo Salute me I'm just like when Urkel found his cool gene Only nigga sporting hockey jerseys But don't know the teams Hat to match still getting capped in back Of limousines Hotel suites cameras everywhere Let shoot a movie scene Pimps up Hoes down Whoa now It's going down All bets up Put ya chips up Baby make me proud Blow the dice Let me roll em twice Enough to buy a pound Enhance your life And have a broader sight Fuck it buy the town These hoes up I can't knock the hustle Shit it's going down Glowed up Niggas paying up to watch em sit around And make it jiggle play a little Grinning watching her account Same game different players Most y'all niggas out of bounds This shit wild Claim you got the sauce But really your shit mild Tastemakers love my sound Even when it's watered down Book me now While I'm doing features for a half of pound I'm looking out Once my price go up They'll call me crooked how They post about my growth in this game Man I just look and smile Choppa style based off what I've done I should be booked for trial Cops killing niggas I'm shooting back that's a guarantee I'd rather be judged by 12 Than living 6 feet deep Prada sneaks one of my old shawtys Just copped for me She had me blocked Then out the blue she pulled up To the block on me Changing cars so the D's Will never get the drop on me Imported stones in my storage Like a jewelry factory I'm glad to be in this position God looking after me And actually I'm like the commissioner This for my faculty Promoting wisdom better decisions For those after me Hustle like you know tomorrow You gon be a casualty Pimps up Hoes down Whoa now It's going down All bets up Put ya chips up Baby make me proud Blow the dice Let me roll em twice Enough to buy a pound Enhance your life And have a broader sight Fuck it buy the town These hoes up I can't knock the hustle Shit it's going down Glowed up Niggas paying up to watch em sit around And make it jiggle play a little Grinning watching her account Same game different players Most y'all niggas out of bounds
Writer(s): Terrence Bronson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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