Lyrics

Ayy We totin' that shit Ayy, straight from the block (straight from the block), boldy get back on that one shit (on that one shit) Over the top, don't tell me balance outfit These sticks ain't props, we don't really do that offset Between you and I (between you and I), it's been loyalty over respect Straight from the block, boldy get back on that one shit (get back on that one shit) Over the top, don't tell me balance outfit These sticks ain't props, we don't really do that offset Between you and I, it's been loyalty over respect Les' get it It's 227, fully blue prezi Finally touched his first 20k, whoop-de-do peasant 52 blocks, that shit was too pressured 32 shots, keep one up top, these niggas too jealous (too jealous) You prolly seen me in a couple flicks with a few felons (for real) Or with a couple of my 'migos down in Nogales (talk to 'em) Don't make me cut the movie short, roll a few credits Give 'em the double R rated, cut a new edit Somebody pray over the food, no matter who blessin' (ayy) Remember beefin' with them fools from the duplexes (mhm) Shoulda came outside with his stick and level two vestes No it's greater gray sunday school, since then straight classics Ayy, straight from the block, boldy get back on that one shit (on that one shit) Over the top, don't tell me balance outfit (yeah) These sticks ain't props, we don't really do that offset (do that offset) Between you and I, it's been loyalty over respect (ayy) Straight from the block, boldy get back on that one shit (on that one shit) Over the top, don't tell me balance outfit (yeah) These sticks ain't props, we don't really do that offset (do that offset) Between you and I, it's been loyalty over respect (ayy) I'm churning butter Turnin' one and two, then burnin' rubber Up the block, servin' Hubert Rocks, I'm known for workin' wonders And talkin' step-to-step, but we shoot like the curry brothers Gang time Mafia, what else I got his jersey number (talk to 'em) 2100, 227, we some overlords Make a nigga walk the plank Been known to take shit overboard Two steppin' on the block, but still got on All the real trappers always welcome me with open doors Shootin' trips on the strip, I be hoppin' tracks Cartier stamped on them bricks we be rockin' yens The teacher ask what I'ma be when I quit band I told that bitch when I grow up I'll probably be the great man Ay, straight from the block, boldy get back on that one shit (on that one shit) Over the top, don't tell me balance outfit (yeah) These sticks ain't props we don't really do that offset (do that offset) Between you and I, it's been loyalty over respect (ayy) Straight from the block, boldy get back on that one shit (get back on that one shit) Over the top, don't tell me balance outfit (yeah) These sticks ain't props, we don't really do that offset (do that offset) Between you and I, it's been loyalty over respect (ayy)
Writer(s): James Clay Jones, Martin Budik, Michael Ricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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