Lyrics
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Intro
Okay, okay, lil' nigga
Ayy, okay, lil’ nigga, lil' nigga, yeah
Okay, let me talk my shit one time
Verse
How you mad at me for doin' the same shit, you hypocritical bitch?
Caught with weed and guns, ain’t get no bond, the judge had made me sick
I took mine to the chin, nigga, you a sucker, you ain't even take your lick
Brodem already know, wherever they see them boys, just take they shit
I'm the one she get revenge with, I'm Mr. Take Your Bitch
I'm 99 overall, lil' nigga, I hardly ever miss
Heard you goin' broke tryin' to stay lit, you can’t keep up with me
I’ll bе rich 'til 2099, you better tuck your cheese
I nеver said, "Fuck the streets," one foot out and one foot deep
Stand on this shit ’til I'm in the ground, I know who down for me
My young crew ain't make it to finish school, they sold the pounds with me
None of them bitches ain't worth a nut, I hate I ever squeezed ’em
I'm from that side of town where they play it crazy and try to lay
Boys in the hood, it's time to slide, them niggas turn to Tre (Dough, hear me out)
Not only did I put food on the table, I even fixed the plate
I'll go get a job cuttin' down trees 'fore I run out of pape'
I get pounds to doorstep in this state, it only take a day
Set up come from middle of the mall, these niggas jewelry fake
All black cars are like I'm in a mob, but we screamin' free GA
A war pop off, I'm doin' a roll call, make sure the brodie straight
This bitch want me to keep it real, but everythin' about her fake
Five hundred thousand to the lawyer, I'm tryin' to beat the case
We them boys who run around Skyami with them Georgia plates
I used to break pounds down for Boo, he let me keep the shape
Lil' nigga, big four nickel, it help me hold my weight
Nine figures later, I'm still thuggin', I can't go for nothin'
I been at the pape' since goin' to Fox Street, gettin' the weed from Nut
I come from that spot where you hear shots, you need to die or duck (Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah)
I come down that boulevard in new Ferraris, me and Dann 'nem
And he don't dap niggas up, he keep his gun in hand, though
I got way more hoes than I got clothes, so I don't care what she do
Turn your mama house into a trap spot, I got love for Lil Q
Every day the rent due, nigga, and I gotta pay it, I'm goin' hard
Bankroll after bankroll, I feel funny when I gotta swipe my card
I'm really that boy, I got more cards than these lil' niggas got drawers
I was out the way, back on that bullshit, these niggas done pissed me off
Bales in all the walls, tear shit apart, I really run with dogs
I ain't got no opps, these niggas post it all, I'm beefin' with the police
Richard Millies, Pateks, Cartiers, I only wear my APs
I'm Orange Street Records, how the fuck you niggas try to play me?
I don't gotta buy no chains, buy the 'partments, put 'em in my kid's name
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