Lyrics

Brrt, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em Aye Say 2ONE, nigga, ayy I love you, cuddy, stay dangerous, you know I love you too Keep it on me, don't mistake me for that kinda dude Without me, they ain't about it, nigga tell the truth CP3, you know I'm good with the alley-oops If the shoe fit, wear it, I ain't dissing you Ooh-wee, we step hard when we out the booth If he'll kill, do it with no mask, let 'em know it's you Ayy, ayy, ooh, he took his last breath Nigga, lil' dog a shooter, but he not Steph He ain't got a trophy yet like Harden, shoot him with his left Maybe if you traded and put him on the Nets I'ma still be on Seventh Street 'cause that's where I step We mobbin', you know we surf through Won't show out 'cause niggas really tryna hurt you We mobbin', you know how I move I'm a boss, I ain't never been a crash dummy Don't think it's sweet, you gon' end up like the last dummy On the G to take pics, you niggas poppin' it Lil' bitch in my DM, she know she's poppin' it Tryna sell it, said she's on the 'Gram pussy poppin' it Ho go everywhere I go, it's my esophagus You get a code combination and we ain't sockin' you SuckaK, you know we still on that kind of time Catch me in the mall buyin' designer 'cause I'm tryna shine R.I.P. the thugs, free the thugs, that's who I do it for, nigga
Writer(s): Disean Victor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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