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Wheezy outta here
Yeah, yeah
Back on my young nigga shit, made a bunch of this shit (Oh, yeah)
Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit
And you know how I come when I come in through that bitch
Got the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit
Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble this shit
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
I just sold 'em two-hundred, it's rush hour (Come)
Yeah, yeah
Back on my young nigga shit, made a bunch of this shit (Oh, yeah)
Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit
And you know how I come when I come in through that bitch
Got the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit
Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble this shit
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
I just sold 'em two-hundred, it's rush hour (Come)
Was determined to buy me a bustdown (Huh)
Back in school, I was servin' the bus drivers
He was talkin', now he got the hush mouth (Shut up)
Put the gas to the floor when I pull out (Skrr)
Told my mama "Ain't no more gettin' put out"
Know they listen, I know what to put out (I do)
Free the guys, I can't wait 'til they get out (Stay solid)
Shit get hot, then I know how to chill out (These streets)
Smokin' dope if you're thinkin' I'll sell out (Stupid)
From the hood to the pen into Harvard
I'ma make this shit happen regardless
Skateboard P, Louis V on my garments
I'm the bank, if you broke, need to borrow some
Why they playin' like I ain't the hardest? (Dumb)
Back in school, I was servin' the bus drivers
He was talkin', now he got the hush mouth (Shut up)
Put the gas to the floor when I pull out (Skrr)
Told my mama "Ain't no more gettin' put out"
Know they listen, I know what to put out (I do)
Free the guys, I can't wait 'til they get out (Stay solid)
Shit get hot, then I know how to chill out (These streets)
Smokin' dope if you're thinkin' I'll sell out (Stupid)
From the hood to the pen into Harvard
I'ma make this shit happen regardless
Skateboard P, Louis V on my garments
I'm the bank, if you broke, need to borrow some
Why they playin' like I ain't the hardest? (Dumb)
Like I ain't tryna dodge the charges? (Stay low)
Ain't no pillowtalkin' to hoes
You know that they run back and tell everythin' that you said 'bout it (Lil' hoe)
Niggas weird, I don't know what to call it (Buster)
Real gangster, I ain't rockin' no nail polish (No)
Where I'm from, when they rob, you don't tell on 'em
Go and get you a hammer and nail some'
Ever since I was little, tryna sell some (Racks)
Penthouse top of the top, I done levelled up (Stacks)
Ridin' 'round with Dracs and Glocks
The vehicle BP, we still be on all that (Stuck)
I ain't sayin' you a bitch, but you know your shit got took and you had to charge that
Ain't no pillowtalkin' to hoes
You know that they run back and tell everythin' that you said 'bout it (Lil' hoe)
Niggas weird, I don't know what to call it (Buster)
Real gangster, I ain't rockin' no nail polish (No)
Where I'm from, when they rob, you don't tell on 'em
Go and get you a hammer and nail some'
Ever since I was little, tryna sell some (Racks)
Penthouse top of the top, I done levelled up (Stacks)
Ridin' 'round with Dracs and Glocks
The vehicle BP, we still be on all that (Stuck)
I ain't sayin' you a bitch, but you know your shit got took and you had to charge that
Really could've been a pimp
The way that she trickin' these niggas and give me a charge back (I love you)
It ain't sweet in the streets, gotta beat the concrete
This shit really should come with a hard hat (No cap)
All that arguin' on cameras ain't called for (No way)
Know I come through and clutch like a small forward
I can turn your lil' men into bag carriers
I'm still fuckin' them over in all areas
Back on my young nigga shit, made a bunch of this shit (Uh-huh)
Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit
The way that she trickin' these niggas and give me a charge back (I love you)
It ain't sweet in the streets, gotta beat the concrete
This shit really should come with a hard hat (No cap)
All that arguin' on cameras ain't called for (No way)
Know I come through and clutch like a small forward
I can turn your lil' men into bag carriers
I'm still fuckin' them over in all areas
Back on my young nigga shit, made a bunch of this shit (Uh-huh)
Watch me thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit
And you know how I come when I come in through that bitch
Got the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit
Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble this shit
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
Pull up crazy, that car gon' get blew down (Blew it)
Popped a ???, hit her for two hours (Smack)
Give her racks when we fuck, I don't do flowers
Paranoid, I'm fucked up from the shootouts (Bow-bow)
I made all this shit happen with two ounces
Run it up, bought my sisters them new houses
I'm the one, it ain't nothing the two 'bout me (GOAT)
Got the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit
Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble this shit
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
Pull up crazy, that car gon' get blew down (Blew it)
Popped a ???, hit her for two hours (Smack)
Give her racks when we fuck, I don't do flowers
Paranoid, I'm fucked up from the shootouts (Bow-bow)
I made all this shit happen with two ounces
Run it up, bought my sisters them new houses
I'm the one, it ain't nothing the two 'bout me (GOAT)
I'm that nigga, ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it (No)
She that bitch, she pop out with a new body (Sex)
From a Buick Regal to a Bugatti
Made it out and got rich, but I still grind (Grind)
Cut the lights off and all of us still shine (Phew)
Eliantte and Wafi, get more diamonds (We here)
I done told you before that I'm low down (Don't trip)
Got more guns than a COD loadout
I'ma take me a few 'fore I got out
You want everythin' new, but you wore out (How?)
You want everythin' new, but you wore out
Back on my young nigga shit, made a bunch of this shit
She that bitch, she pop out with a new body (Sex)
From a Buick Regal to a Bugatti
Made it out and got rich, but I still grind (Grind)
Cut the lights off and all of us still shine (Phew)
Eliantte and Wafi, get more diamonds (We here)
I done told you before that I'm low down (Don't trip)
Got more guns than a COD loadout
I'ma take me a few 'fore I got out
You want everythin' new, but you wore out (How?)
You want everythin' new, but you wore out
Back on my young nigga shit, made a bunch of this shit
Watch 'em thumb through that shit, keep a blunt of that shit
And you know how I come when I come in through that bitch
Kept the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit
Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
Yeah, go with your instinct, gon' let that switch sting
I heard your bitch stink, I don't want her
And you know how I come when I come in through that bitch
Kept the streets in a lock, I done conquered that shit
Got the ball in my hand, I can't fumble that shit
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
He get hit stick, I get touchdown
Yeah, go with your instinct, gon' let that switch sting
I heard your bitch stink, I don't want her
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