Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dlx Dilla
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amog Collins
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Said I hopped off the porch when I was young
I was up in the street trynna shine, trynna stunt
Now these hoes want me cause my money long
They see me counting up the dough, now they all begging for some
We act a fool when we pop out with them drums
They know we trynna off shit, so they all take off and run
I'm with my guys, with my slimes, my day ones
We be sliding down the block popping shit just for fun
Aye, I ain't got no OG
I ain't got a big brother
Im just posted with my mud brothers
We come out the gutter
If he want some smoke, we send some shots
We finna up that cutter
If he want some smoke, we send them shots
We finna up that cutter
Aye
He get sliced up just like butter (sliced up just like butter, yeah)
And that's word to my mother (word to my mother, yeah)
Yeah, you know we send them rounds at him
We gon' slide down the town (slide)
Yeah, up that fire
Up that stick (up that what?)
Up that stick (up that what?)
That bitch gon' hit
Finna split his wig
Finna split his wig
Finna split his wig
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Im with the gang
Im with the gang
We finna slide
We finna slide
Bullets gon' fly
We up that fire
I pop my shit, okay
I pop my shit, okay
Diamonds on my wrist, okay
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, okay
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, okay
Diamonds dancing like Jackson
And you know I'm 'bout that action
And you know we finna trap shit
Fuck with the gang, and you know it'll be a tragedy
Yeah, it'll be a tragedy
Fuck with the gang, it'll be a travesty
Yeah, it'll be a travesty
Yeah, it'll be a travesty
Yeah, it'll be a travesty
Yeah, it'll be a travesty
Yeah, it'll be a travesty
Said I hopped off the porch when I was young
I was up in the street trynna shine, trynna stunt
Now these hoes want me cause my money long
They see me counting up the dough, now they all begging for some
We act a fool when we pop out with them drums
They know we trynna off shit, so they all take off and run
I'm with my guys, with my slimes, my day ones
We be sliding down the block popping shit just for fun
Aye, I ain't got no OG
I ain't got a big brother
Im just posted with my mud brothers
We come out the gutter
If he want some smoke, we send some shots
We finna up that cutter
If he want some smoke, we send them shots
We finna up that cutter
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