Edgewood (feat. Alley Boy)

Off 'a Edgewood, lil' bitch, I know you heard of that

Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at

I go straight off cross yo top like doin' hurdles, jack

Flip a sack, like you do a burger pat

Push up on yo bih like, Where you from, suburb?

Damn, that bih same way we come, burbs

Hop up out that bih, with drums, lurkin'

You don't fuck with me, I'm on, must be hurtin'

Said, you don't fuck with me, I'm on

Gotta be real broke

I put the streets on my back forreal

I gave 'em real hope

The shit that you serve on the block ain't real

It ain't even real dope

I thought you'd be a real ****, yeah

I gotta keep it real witcha, yeah

Summer time, posted in the villa

With some real **** gettin' millions

While you **** caught up in ya feelin's

Big boy, cheddar be gettin'

Turn a hunnid to a mill

Just like I did when stuck in the county

All the whips gettin' mounted

Bitch drownin'

Break that shit down into ounces

I'm fuckin' with all of the lil' bouncers

Necklace, fountain

Next bitch, bounce then

You ain't really with the shit

I can do movie sex on my dick

It's up to you to bet against the kid

Forty-five hunnid on my fit, bet

Off 'a Edgewood, lil' bitch, I know you heard of that

Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at

I go straight off cross yo top like doin' hurdles, jack

Flip a sack, like you do a burger pat

Push up on yo bih like, Where you from, suburb?

Damn, that bih same way we come, burbs

Hop up out that bih, with drums, lurkin'

You don't fuck with me, I'm on, must be hurtin'

Mob shit, mob shit, pullin' up poppin' like opp shit

Edgewood came up, gang stripe, robbin' in apartments

Zone 6 spendin' shit, real bricks, ****, like Gangland

Real bloods, real crips, real G's, mob on the same plan

First 48 call us, stick to callin' **** bringin' names up

Streets call me, ****, internet stalkin' instead of wantin' to be famous

Where I'm from, we ain't never had shit

So, how could you blame us?

From a hood you'll be foreign, bitch

That made you a lame to us

Pull up bustin' different **** in ya hood

They all the same to us

Pop a wig, **** better get ya kids

They all the same to us

2-11, we could make a 187

It's all the same to us

Edgewood 800 BBS

It's all the same to us

Off 'a Edgewood, lil' bitch, I know you heard of that

Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at

I go straight off cross yo top like doin' hurdles, jack

Flip a sack, like you do a burger pat

Push up on yo bih like, Where you from, suburb?

Damn, that bih same way we come, burbs

Hop up out that bih, with drums, lurkin'

You don't fuck with me, I'm on, must be hurtin'