Lyrics

Everyday I wake up gotta get back to the gwap Just another fucking day in that gangway slangin' rocks No 7s no 8ths no I can't take shorts Gdk fuck a brick, slam the rakes, drop the forks If you ain't with the shits then stay the fuck up on the porch Cuz if yo ass look like you wit it then fuck it we gon score Gotta keep that Glock on me, he'll naw can't go Kick that bitch and put her out, can't wife no ho I fuck that bitch and kick her out, and I nutted in her mouth Wildin' with my n*ggas and we from the fucking south We from Steve drive, we catch a opp and he die On the guys I can't go, on the guys love no ho, I'm wit my niggas and they blowing And all my niggas fucking scoring, and then we ride off in that foreign RIP my nigga L'A and they took him so they gotta pay, and I'm ridin with that K, wit that mothafucking K . shells at ya face I beat the case We beat the case bond out, niggas better calm down, We run up in ya house and tie ya fucking moms down Shit real, it can get real reckless, you can get ya ass rocked for that chain that's on yo neck bitch D block be the set bitch, oblock that's the squad, my niggas they gon blast, show up in ya yard Catch him while he lacking, show up off guard Pop up at the car and let that bitch spark 22 said get em, so ima let this Glock get em That fu shit I ain't wit it, I put this 40 to ya fitted Steve drive that's the gang, 130 shots to the brain Then that go bang, bitch I'm rondo I do my thangggg In the foreign switchin lanes, and I won't change . I won't change ... and I won't change
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