Good job, Sho ???, shut the fuck up, please Mom, ??? is makin´ beats again Ayy
And my shawty, she know, ayy Streets so cold, I look at the block as my home And I up that pole on them, niggas really tryna make it home I ain´t have nothin´ to live for, just my niggas I kill for (Yeah) Hit that lick and we still on (Oh, huh)
Took off fast, just like Ricky Bobby, dog Traded on me wit´ the Houston Rocket now Dog in the pound, Michael Vick He gotta fight for freedom, just like Malcolm X Probation hold, he can´t catch a tech He ain´t filing out, but he gon´ keep a TEC Like, three letters in this VVS, yeah
I been goin´ hard, but they ain´t seen my best yet They ain´t blinded, they ain´t seen my chest yet Headshot, so I ain´t hit a vest yet Yeah, I bet it on me, they know that´s they best bet Heart cold, cardiac arrest, yeah He said it´s smoke, but he had called off Gorilla glue so I can´t fall off I don´t play with pigs, I can´t ball-hog Got it out the mud, yeah, groundhog Came a hundred deep with that surround off Silencer on my gun so it won´t sound off I feel like The Rock, I had to stand tall I had crossed some niggas, but I wasn´t playin´ ball´ And like Floyd, nigga, this might be my best hit Takin´ niggas off, tryna get rich
I ain´t playin´ safe, I ain´t takin´ pictures That´s your girl, dog? I´ll take your bitch, yeah
And my shawty, she know, ayy Streets so cold, I look at the block as my home And I up that pole on them, niggas really tryna make it home I ain´t have nothin´ to live for, just my niggas I kill for Hit that lick and we still on And my shawty, she know, ayy Streets so cold, I look at the block as my home And I up that pole on them, niggas really tryna make it home I ain´t have nothin´ to live for, just my niggas I kill for Hit that lick and we still on
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