[Tech I used to press my Dickies Stay Flo Sold for my reli, Chasin peso Now they me with nothin cause I let my pay show So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the go... On you hatin ass I deserve everything I get, A cash getter I puttin the 2 on the 10 I'm vast figures You bitter, mad Wanna be fakin class us How they thinkin they gonna come and us? Little Mini Cooper hatin on a truck Ponder such, have you up in yonder, stuck Not a nare nutta stutter that conjure a... Nothin, Nathin, The penetration Inside of ya head is soundin like it's bassin Boom, Bing, All you in the game, Strange lane takin aim Aint a thang sane, I get it in Want some drama? I can fit it in We can make it so no longer a citizen Suction beneath you We just a dust'n All because I'm bringin the in
They wanna leave me with (Huh uh) But aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh) They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But they talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint trippin on (Huh uh) They to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
Scoob] On the block it was hot to not to run from the I used to cop and to chop And my rocks at Ms. Scott's And on the night at Ms. White's I'm fuckin Will, We used to play fight Then one night, We came up Vill Young dump drugs Nigga for meals Young thugs blood Nigga itchin for Shit was in the field, man This shit was too Lost my homies to shit, man shit is for real But nigga, the streets go hard on the hustla All these pussy niggaz So us niggaz suffer Not plentiful for me no It's in the game Since I when paper foldin, man I rollin with some whiskey, Party with me Tell the Feds if miss me aint comin for me now Then nigga, Bet don't get me So all you muthafuckin sucka wishin me gone Big homie, Music Resurrection, I'm
They wanna leave me nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about (Huh uh) So I aint on nothin (Huh uh) They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna me with nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin nothin (Huh uh) So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh) They to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Messy All I do is sell dope and talk bricks Talk with bananas and talk Ride and smoke kush with the yurner on me Drink them champagne bottles with the on 'em All that talkin loud get a nigga a hit You see cherry red chucks? Yeah, I'm with the I bounce out, man I hit 'em up and I'll up with you We get 'em up I still wear a grill, 10 across the bottom They call me cause a nigga got 'em Click-Clack, get yanked on There's been alotta hatin, I came home Anything a do, homie It's and come with football numbers in the level 4 wanna bee a nigga dead, man But nathin, Tech fuck them They could keep
They wanna leave me with (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about (Huh uh) So I aint on nothin (Huh uh) come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about (Huh uh) So I aint on nothin (Huh uh) come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)