Lyrics

We got this shit out the dirt Really be slangin' that work Backwood rolled up with purp We got them guns, Nerf We havin' war over turf Jump on the wave, surf Dealin' with pain, I'm hurt Play with the gang, get merked Work I've been chasing a bag, trying to run up these M's (run up the M's) All my pockets on heavy, just walked out the gym (walked out the gym) Nigga talk out his mouth and get stomped with the Timbs (stomp, stomp) That bitch ain't wanna fuck when my pockets was slim (pocket was slim) Keep the Glock on my hip, it got one in the head Don't repeat when I talk, bitch, you heard what I said (heard what I said) We gon' aim at the top, we don't aim at no legs Ain't no cap in my rap, nigga, trappin' ain't dead Wе get booked for a show, have a shootout, ugh Walk in this bitch with my tool out, ugh Call up thе mob, I ain't talking 'bout ties And we do vandalize, make the whole city move out I say stand on your business and go with your move (go with your move) Oh, you struggle? That's cool, bitch, I go through it too (go through it too) All this ice on my neck, it's a whole lot of jewels (whole lot of jewels) It's just me and the guys, we don't know who is you (know who is you) Mercenary, we trappin', we do it illegal (do it illegal) Cut her off if the bitch ain't gon' do nothin' for me (do nothin' for me) We smokin' Pink Runtz, we ain't smokin' OG (smokin' OG) I got P's in my trunk go for less than a three (less than a three) Now we hop in the car, push the button, no keys (button, no keys) I might run up these racks, take a trip overseas (trip overseas) I don't like hoes who beg, put them hoes on they knees (hoes on they knees) We got choppas and .30's, a whole lotta these (whole lotta these) We walk in the club, have a shootout, ugh (shootout) Walk in this bitch with my tool out, ugh Call up the gang, every one of 'em slang If he see that lil' chain, he gon' air the whole crew out (air the whole crew out) Stupid lil' bitch gettin' chewed out, ugh Who want the smoke? Pull the drill out, ugh Ice on my neck really feel like a blizzard (feel like blizzard) Police got it hot, make the whole block cool out (whole block cool out) We got this shit out the dirt Really be slangin' that work Backwood rolled up with purp We got them guns, Nerf We havin' war over turf Jump on the wave, surf Dealin' with pain, I'm hurt Play with the gang, get merked Work
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Marlin Troy Borngne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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