Lyrics

Juss an ordinary day in da city of the O Where if a buster pull up trippen then they slidin wit da chrome Now his moms cryin cuz her baby ain't make it home I'm juss speakin from my mente Spittin thoughts up out my dome Seen da homie pass then from there ma heart was cold Over time shii get wicked That shii turned me heart to stone Ask what happened to yo homie Nigga you don't wanna know But fuck it I'm juss spittin givin out these crazy flows Hold up Nigga take a step back You be talkin on da net But ain't Eva get back We slidin on a mission Catch us creepin in all black Heard it from your bitch You ain't even wit all dat But be postin like a goon All up on his fuckin snap Niggas frontin for da camera When we slide where they at Posted up wit poles but Ik they ain't gon blast 80 on da dash pray to god dat ion crash Faded out my mind tryna find out where I'm at If we at the function see dem Boyz then it's bad Knock a Nigga stopid Put him right up on his back The homies got da feens waitin on dat next pack Yardy know how we comin We pulled up on his block Niggas got to fuckin runnin I thought that you was like dat Mane I thought dat you was gunnin You cappin on da net Nigga doin all dat frontin Niggas claimin 18k? But we stayin untouched We really pressin issues mane I love da fuckin rush Spark up a blunt fuck it roll up in a Dutch Niggas claim they active but ain't even doin much Walk around with a stick Like I'm a blind man But your boy ain't blind Cuz I'm getting to a bag If a hater talking shit Then we get boy whacked Roll em in a wood Then we smoke em like a pack Dissing on the dead Gone get you kidnapped Wolfing on the gram Till we pull up with straps Your homies pcs Plus you jcat You'll probably roll it up If you went to the back You know I switch the flow up Tell a bitch hold up Better get your dough up Before the police show up Try to lock me up Cuz I'm dope like Homer Bout to blow up Like I'm shaking a soda What you think I rap for? To push that Rover Meditate my mind When I'm smoking that yoda Feel like chief keef Cuz I hate being sober Try to take mines Then your ass gone meet Hova Claiming 18k? Then then I let my gun bust Grew up the city Where they show you no love City of the angels And home of the thugs If you come from out of town Better pack you a gun Shit can get grimey When you out here in the slums Finna buy a drakeo 50 in a drum Ain't David Banner But I make them pussies run When I ask you where you from? Boy don't play dumb
Writer(s): Marcos Panduro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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