Lyrics

Real trap nigga came up off the skizzell Can't lend you nun all my shit for sizzell Man I'm on fire like Denzel Bitch ima starter yo boyfriend a bench player Plus he a bitch player fuck how they feel and dat's forever Get out yo feelins lil nigga do better Boy I'm from Richmond not Memphis its level No disrespect but they act like my shit don't exist How could you miss My whole city lit, from the houses to bricks Sellin dat gas buss a pound to the nicks Movin dat work by the ounces and vicks I'm thinkin mo than I ever imagined I know ima have it I gotta go get it Fuckin this bitch and she think she baddest Really she ratchet I like her titties Niggas talk crazy I turn to John madden Call up my savage I send da blitz Since I came home mane dese niggas been pissed Walk up wit da smile you know how a snake hiss Went from a quarter ounce straight to a brick I need a porterhouse steak wit my fish I got the pointers all up in the chain It got the baddest hoes all on my dick Upin the right pocket might be a five Up in the left pocket might be a ten I see the scales when I'm whipping the work The dope in the blender get mixed wit the fyn I'm goin fed the only way is big I'm off the meds Ez off the Jiggs Bitch give me head make her eat the kids Why all the real niggas doin bids I'm tryna figure it out I need a bigger amount Sending that sack to my niggas they on They got mo money than dese niggas home I brought the bitches outside today My name ain't biggie ain't findin faith The way she suck dick ima sign her face Gimme a year and I'm buyin a Raif I need a scar or that new amg or the demon or hellcat I'm tryna race I hit the A and it's strictly bout business Won't go to no bar ain't no time to play If it's bout money got time today Tell me why the law be all on niggas dick I drop off the work and go pick up yo bitch She hop in the whip and get straight to the spit I'm on they ass ain't it That shit happen fast ain't it 3-65 mane I coulda bought me like 5 chains I get you plugged into five lanes Talkin legit business, you driving or house building If you can dawg whisper I get you plugged in to the raw nigga Don't play wit dat gun I'm the wrong nigga Get you hit when I pick up the phone nigga And he did it off the muscle Cause ima strong nigga I might be the realest in it This ain't no music bitch dis how I'm livin Found me a plug and I ran up dem digits Put on my cousins, brothers and my niggas Got out the way I gave em all my switches Just don't forget where you get this shit at If you can't do it den give the shit back I'll do it myself fo I let niggas slack I'll do it myself fo I pay me a tab to get niggas whacked
Writer(s): Malcolm Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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