[Nef The Pharaoh & 03 Greedo:] We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it MIA with it, we don't play with it We out in London, we out in Paris California king now, I had an air bed We in LA with it, we in the Bay with it MIA with it, we don't play with it We out in London, we out in Paris California king now, I had an air bed I've been down before, I blew up I was on the blow-up bed Now I'm that nigga from Los Angeles to New York Bay Area to Memphis Tenn, yeah
[Nef The Pharaoh:] Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh? I share hoes, she say her last nigga was a scarecrow Me and Greedy Greed back to back in Sprinter Benz It's 2018, it's 'bout time that they let some niggas win My body tatted and my passport matchin' I'm addicted to traveling, I'm an airport addict You just 21, you is not no savage I am stackin' for them days, I am not gon' have it I'ma pull a drakey out the bag, fuck a rabbit Now watch him get to hoppin' like a bunny when I clap it I be overseas, you ain't never left Cali At the shows with the Queen Bey and I met Khaled I'm booked, ain't no more room on my calender This Hellcat'll burn the fuck out your Challenger High school dropout, I ain't graduate But I got rich, fed my family, then my niggas ate
[Nef The Pharaoh & 03 Greedo:] We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it MIA with it, we don't play with it We out in London, we out in Paris California king now, I had an air bed We in LA with it, we in the Bay with it MIA with it, we don't play with it We out in London, we out in Paris California king now, I had an air bed I've been down before, I blew up I was on the blow-up bed Now I'm that nigga from Los Angeles to New York Bay Area to Memphis Tenn, yeah
[03 Greedo:] Fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Bitch you ain't the one I want, I wanted Shoot your shot, the chopper hold a hundred AR-15 drummin' Look here bitch I don't give a fuck about no good hair bitch We can get some money out some good head bitch I just keep on sayin' it's a good year bitch I been blowin' up like a Goodyear blimp But nigga don't tempt me I'ma squeeze my finger on the chopper 'til it's empty Know I keep that Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C If UGK, best be ridin' dirty with me I feel like a legend, got some time to do in Texas I can't make a statement, guess they just don't get the message Smokin' lines, sippin' lean, know that line ain't hit the 'znie Just sendin' them tracks out of town, address it
[Nef The Pharaoh & 03 Greedo:] We in the Bay with it, we in LA with it MIA with it, we don't play with it We out in London, we out in Paris California king now, I had an air bed We in LA with it, we in the Bay with it MIA with it, we don't play with it We out in London, we out in Paris California king now, I had an air bed I've been down before, I blew up I was on the blow-up bed Now I'm that nigga from Los Angeles to New York Bay Area to Memphis Tenn, yeah
Niggas best beware when we show up All my niggas carry a blower You could get your whole block tore up Thinkin' that we scared 'cause we blew up Niggas best beware when we show up All my niggas carry a blower You could get your whole block tore up Thinkin' we got scared 'cause we blew up We got the blowers on us, ayy We keep the blowers on us, ooh We got the blowers on us, yeah We keep the blowers on us, ayy We keep the blowers on us
As a kid I was strapped on the bus All the crips used to call it the cuss All the crips used to call it the sus All of these bitches was sus It ain't a nigga I trust I'ma pull up and I bust You know we don't give a fuck We used to crip walk with our fingers I never thought I would be singin' I never thought I would be blingin' 'Cause I was right there like I'm Chingy I be strapped when I'm walkin' in Neimans Never ever been a Marcus Big bag, he stingin' Got it out the flea market
Niggas best beware when we show up All my niggas carry a blower You could get your whole block tore up Thinkin' that we scared 'cause we blew up Niggas best beware when we show up All my niggas carry a blower You could get your whole block tore up Thinkin' we got scared 'cause we blew up We got the blowers on us, ayy We keep the blowers on us, ooh We got the blowers on us, yeah We keep the blowers on us, ayy We keep the blowers on us
[AD:] In the lab I keep a blammer on me Case I ever hear the cold world Swing to Vegas for the big guns Bullets lookin' size of cold waters Got the forty for me ese Keep a fifty in his old chopper We ain't playin' when we hit the court We be ballin' like them Globetrotters Hoes be playin', never fucked a nigga When a nigga had them broke pockets All these presidents up in my jeans They all dead, I call them ghost pockets We got weapons like the Ghostbusters I won't go out if it's no problem Little homies with the gotti thirst Nike store, we boostin' Foamposites Triple ounce, they eatin' healthy cake Then I hit the lab with Greedo From the gutter, probably never change Homie still drinkin' Titos Cracker smoke you every Friday Jackin' niggas like Debo Insane diss then you can lose your mama You the new Finding Nemo
[03 Greedo:] Niggas best beware when we show up All my niggas carry a blower You could get your whole block tore up Thinkin' that we scared 'cause we blew up Niggas best beware when we show up All my niggas carry a blower You could get your whole block tore up Thinkin' we got scared 'cause we blew up We got the blowers on us, ayy We keep the blowers on us, ooh We got the blowers on us, yeah We keep the blowers on us, ayy We keep the blowers on us
Aye beat boy 03 Purple summer Purple summer Hol up who are you Hol up who are you You ain't ever made the news Hol up who are you? You ain't ever made the news
Hol up who are you Oh you ain't ever made the news Drummer gang reloaded You don't want to make the news My manager say they respect the money Peep the jewels Since niggas hating on me Bitch I gotta take the tool I Rob but I don't steal I fucc around and take your jewels Just cause you in yo feelings that don't mean that you a fool Knocc em off Breaking news Knocc it off, breaking news Knocc em off, breaking Knocc it off, breaking news
Momma cried that day I hit that channel 7, ABC I been out and one year later out here flexing, 103 My lil brother lil money went to heaven, G.I.P His little daughter always gon receive my blessings, keep money Every morning I been praying on my knees Almost amputate my leg Now I'm running up the cheese Niggas tough on they lil post But just was running up the street I'm bacc walkin and shit talkin You don't wanna fucc with me No more counting bands, on the gram Money in the bank Niggas out here leasing foreigns Missing payments, empty tank I'm a project nigga ima always shoot it straight Half these niggas say they got me just be lying to my face I be knowing but don't show it Ain't got time that ain't my place I just use them for whatever Then be like "I need some space" I don't know shit bout no case Please don't tell me what they say I ain't worried bout who fake I'm a legend he a snake, YEAAAAHHHH
Hol up who are you Oh you ain't ever made the news Drummer gang reloaded You don't want to make the news My manager say they respect the money Peep the jewels Since niggas hating on me Bitch I gotta take the tool I Robb but I don't steal I fucc around and take your jewels Just cause you in yo feelings that don't mean that you a fool Knocc em off Breaking news Knocc it off, breaking news Knocc em off, breaking news Knocc it off, breaking news
Feeling like Future that shit better make the news or something Niggas talkin all that jabs but ain't gon do me nothing Niggas see me goin up and wanna choose or something Fucc that life I'm dying hard like I was Bruce or something I'm free but niggas give advice bitch I ain't losing nothing Look at yo life look at my life now who can use discussion Fucc you listening to these raps is you confused or something If I get rich is you gonna give me my poo-poo or something Aye Ain't ever worried bout no rumors Aye Done lost faith in half these shooters Drummer gang bitch no we ain't recruiting Now I'm winnin all you niggas look like losers! Never wish jail on a nigga Ima put a shell in a nigga (03, aye aye) Neva wish jail on a jail a nigga I just put a shell in a nigga (Aye 03!)
Hol up who are you Oh you ain't ever made the news Drummer gang reloaded You don't want to make the news My manager say they respect the money Peep the jewels Since niggas hating on me Bitch I gotta take the tool I Rob but I don't steal I fucc around and take your jewels Just cause you in yo feelings that don't mean that you a fool Knocc em off Breaking news Knocc it off, breaking news Knocc em off, breaking news Knocc it off, breaking news
"Buckhead" (feat. Key!, Runway Richy, ManMan Savage & Mal & Quill)
[03 Greedo:] Know what I'm sayin' like I'm a thirsty young nigga, know what I'm sayin' I'ma get up on a bitch if I think she fine, you know what I'm sayin' Now I'm rich, I think I can pay the fine, you know what I'm sayin'
Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, ooh Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet, ayy I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead
Ooh, damn, I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet (bitch) You know who I am I'ma flu flamm, free Drakeo I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, ayy Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to ayy, told that bitch to whoa If I ever lose a broad I'ma fuck her friend I'm a real ass nigga, I cannot pretend I ain't never really sippin' on that juice and gin I'ma get promethazine and I'ma pour it in If I'm smokin' on a blunt I'ma push a blimp If it ain't a backwood you are not my friend I was chokin' on that shit, I'm sippin' on the Henn If they ain't got Henn, sippin' on the Rem I ain't gon' get twenty-four, pourin' juice, I'm pourin' fours Bitch you know I'm bangin' baby loc Ride me like a hunter s'posed
[Key!]: Yeah, kick a door in some skate shoes Bitch, I ain't bougie, I just hate you Pull up right now, I'm at Lenox Ayy if she ain't talkin' money speakin' Spanish Ayy, bitch I never went to high school, huh Bitch I went to school, how you dig Killed my best friend like Fresh did Got your main bitch on my chest No Scantron, no test Niggas sick, asbestos
[03 Greedo:] Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, ooh Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet, ayy I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead
[ManMan Savage:] I don't know how I ain't fuck yet Bitch been on a nigga's dick so long, meet me in Buckhead I ain't fucked a bitch without the neck, you can bet that Bitch I'm all about a check, you ain't even gotta sweat that In that backpack bitch, it's a whole lot of racks Dare a nigga play with it, I'ma push his top back Plus she got that type of pussy make a nigga come back If I put her in that Gucci bag, your bitch won't come back Introduced her to this lifestyle, she say she ain't goin' back
[Runway Richy:] I ain't hit her but I could've though (Runway) Hit her friend and her sister with another ho Shawty got her eyes on me (yeah) Won't you come and spend some time with me (yeah) Told her pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, bring a friend with you When she on that Henn she on ten with it (she on ten with it) Damn, I don't know how I still ain't fucked yet (yeah) Bitch tryna chill, I told her fuck that
[03 Greedo:] Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, ooh Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet, ayy I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead
[Yung Mal:] I told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead Goyard filled up, nothin' but blue faces, big heads I'm rich as a bitch, I don't know how I ain't fuck yet She wanna play them games with a nigga, I swear I ain't on that I dipped her, she can't even call my phone LV hold my pants up, that's where I keep that chrome at Middle finger with the five, hell yeah, that's my zone jack I just bought a new jack, finna paint that bitch matte black, yeah
[Lil Quill:] I just put the Forgis on the Lam, it got two doors I can't set it on me, one lil bitch, I need like two hoes Bank account loaded, bankroll fat, can't even fold Bustdown Rollie, think I spent like twenty-four Double G wrapped 'round my belt, she call me too old Plug just hit my line, no call back, just send me three more Yeah lil bitch you fine but I'm not textin' you this lingo Racks stacked up like Pringles, ain't fuckin' with no cheap hoes, on God
[03 Greedo:] Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead, ooh Don't know how I still ain't fuck yet, ayy I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead I don't know how I still ain't fuck yet Told that bitch to pull up on me, I'm in Buckhead
[03 Greedo:] Where you You know where that shit come from, you know what I'm sayin' Ooh, ayy, ayy
Where you get the bags full of gas for the cash from? Probably California where it came from Where you get the guns with the drums say act fun from? Probably in Chicago where it come from Ooh, California to Chicago, we go dumb dumb Yeah, all my niggas want some Chicago to California, we dumb dumb Where it came from, where it came from, it came from, ayy
Baby tell me where that pussy came from (where it came from) Baby why you tryna spit that game for? (game for) All I know is I'ma push fast forward (fast forward) We never put cars in reverse whore (no) Baby this a foriegn, this a fuckin' Porsche (skrrt) No skrrt state but I skrrt whore (big body) Baby just lift up your skirt more (ayy) Ooh, baby I be feelin' like I'm Too $hort, ayy But I'm not comin' from the Bay whore (no) Ayy, what the fuck you actin' like a lame for? I'ma control her just like remote controller What the fuck you tryna spit that game for? Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy ayy You already know what you came for Ayy ayy, ayy, ayy ayy ayy When you get up on me, you gon' slave whore
Where you get the bags full of gas for the cash from? Probably California where it came from Where you get the guns with the drums say act fun from? Probably in Chicago where it come from Ooh, California to Chicago, we go dumb dumb Yeah, all my niggas want some Chicago to California, we dumb dumb Where it came from, where it came from
[Z Money:] Where'd you get the bag, the swag, and the cash from? Eighty thousand on me like some fuckin' ransom With a Grape Street nigga (Greedo), Cali where he came from Only fuck with real niggas, nigga that I ain't some' From Chiraqy but I got on Bally, gun on me in Cali Plug go in and out, got drugs at my traphouses, drinkin' got me drowsy And this stanky shit I smoke the loudest, but my four-five louder From Chiraqy but I'm out in Cali and I got a big gun
[03 Greedo:] Yeah, you bitch ass niggas talkin' 'bout you got that gast Or you got that strap with that motherfucking hundred round drum nigga Where you get it at? You know what I'm sayin', we ain't seen you in the city We ain't seen you in Cali, we ain't seen you in Chicago
Where you get the bags full of gas for the cash from? Probably California where it came from Where you get the guns with the drums say act fun from? Probably in Chicago where it come from Ooh, California to Chicago, we go dumb dumb Yeah, all my niggas want some Chicago to California, we dumb dumb Where it came from, where it came from Where you get the bags full of gas for the cash from? Probably California where it came from Where you get the guns with the drums say act fun from? Probably in Chicago where it come from Ooh, California to Chicago, we go dumb dumb Yeah, all my niggas want some Chicago to California, we dumb dumb Where it came from, where it came from
[Chris O'Bannon:] Said she ain't a groupie, then tell me why that bitch is so choosy Askin' if it's Gucci, if we ride drop top in my hoopty And I'ma say that we can do it Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin' I'ma say that we can do it Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
[Nef The Pharaoh:] It's all by choice, not forced Wanna roll with me, my boys Told her strap up, and ride horse Hush hush shush, don't make noise, ayy I let her hit the doobie, 'cause she didn't put in on these cookies Sorry if I sound moody, but I just want head and some pussy Married to the game, I am tooken F&N make a pussy nigga start bookin' And if you hookin', be on dog and not tooken Bitch don't choose me, overlook me Millionaire gangster like Messi in his prime I told her I was coming and I nutted in her eye But is you still down for the motherfuckin' cause? You gon' say the dope yours when the boys bring the dogs It's Chang Chang
[Chris O'Bannon:] Said she ain't a groupie, then tell me why that bitch is so choosy Askin' if it's Gucci, if we ride drop top in my hoopty And I'ma say that we can do it Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin' I'ma say that we can do it Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
[03 Greedo:] Say she ain't a groupie, all off the pills, no roofy Make project music like Juvie And you know I treat the pussy like sushi, only eat it with my cutie Give me brain like my tutor, professor, I came with my ruler Bitch free my Drakeo, every time I catch a gun case More mad that they take the chrome I fell in love, ain't no hotties that I'ma take home, after my shows I needed trust, not these hoes, I only trust in my bros Can't answer if your number ain't in my phone Pull up, I'm fake ain't at home Pull up, I'm fake ain't at home Lookin' through the peephole Just might shoot you in the dome If you niggas lookin' wrong Blowin' like we Cheech and Chong
[Chris O'Bannon:] Said she ain't a groupie, then tell me why that bitch is so choosy Askin' if it's Gucci, if we ride drop top in my hoopty And I'ma say that we can do it Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin' I'ma say that we can do it Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
[ALLBLACK:] ALLBLACK a real sixteen, on Demont they respected my pimpin' ALLBLACK copped them luccis, 304's, ain't 'bout the square shit or simpin' I remember when that punk bitch turned back on me Called me broke, put me on IG, flushed racks on me One of my main shooters got broke, he might've clapped at me Bills piled up, no toys down, it was bad for a P Bitch I'm up now, what's up now, can't tell I took an L Chinese change on no shirt, that fat nigga D-12 Niggas hate when I come around, I make 'em nervous, I can tell Talkin' too much, grippin' they pockets, sweatin' and shit, bitin' they nails This Kel-Tec got a hockey stick Ain't gon' sock a bitch, I'll pop a bitch My mama said that's a damn shame how high I get On Jehovah I run fades, LA County shit
[Chris O'Bannon:] Said she ain't a groupie, then tell me why that bitch is so choosy Askin' if it's Gucci, if we ride drop top in my hoopty And I'ma say that we can do it Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin' I'ma say that we can do it Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
If I could kiss you in my room then I would This dick gon' make you wish you were from my hood Just so you cursing me these nights like you should This dick gon' make you wish you were from my hood She was tryna get closer (She was tryna get closer) Now she tryna closure (But now she tryna get closure) She was tryna get closer, closer, closer But now she tryna get closure, closure, closure
One night, in my life It just might get you right Keep blowing Keep going Until the morning you gon' get less lonely I was homie who you slept on Now I got you in my bed This the one that I get sex on The other bed I use to get some rest This a trap baby don't nobody live here A couple racks, a couple meds, a couple sticks, yeah I keep it lit just like [?] Ain't got a song about another fucking bitch, yeah I gotta love you just [?] I gotta fuck you if you wanna be my bitch, yeah I gotta tuck you if it turned out you the shit Only time I take my answers to the whip I'm too legit, yeah
If I could kiss you in my room then I would This dick gon' make you wish you were from my hood Just so you cursing me these nights like you should This dick gon' make you wish you were from my hood
I can't let my eye how you looking so good Stay by my side like she's been banging my hood Let's fall in love like that love-movie no book Forget about me after a while like you should I know this girl that's just like me from my hood That's my old [?] She gon' keep her alert If I were in my situation I would Keep closer to you like I know that I should Oh, tryna get closer, closer, closer Tryna get closer, closer, closer
I'ma be your conscience I'ma be your conscience I ain't bein' too conscious Whoa Kenny
I know a lame when I see it Bitch I know hate when I hear it I take a few drugs when I need it So hard to look in the mirror That's me, that's me That's me, that's me I could be your conscience, I'ma be your conscience I could be your conscience, I could be your conscience I'ma be your conscience, I'ma be your conscience I could be your conscience I know a lame when I see it Bitch, I know hate when I hear it I take a few drugs when I need it So hard to look in the mirror I know a lame when I see it Bitch, I know hate when I hear it I take a few drugs when I need it So hard to look in the mirror I'ma be your conscience
I'm that purple devil on your left shoulder In some Raf Simons screaming hit the yola I would do anything to fulfill my dreams But I'm sippin' lean if a nigga blow it Smoking city weed, I'm in California Got a Texas lawyer taking Texas cases Wanna be my homie, you gon' have to take it 'Cause I'm paper chasin' and these peoples racist My lil brother Paul on your other shoulder On the same shit, but he's still an angel Tryna work my move, you gotta see my angle Like my hands out, 2 L's in front Like you get the picture and you're tryna frame it Mind on drugs, I've been tryna change it Gotta sacrifice when you're gangbanging Fuck the interstate and that's an understatement I was out of state for the entertainment Dancing on a girl you remind me of Like I'm Usher Raymond, tryna knock the vacant Granddaddy house, I was in the basement In the S-E-L, playing with the bangers If you're in this world you should do the same It's the only reason I done became famous Gotta be a gangster, gotta keep it player Never one way, gotta keep some layers Stack Monday, gotta clean the paper Lil Money laying, gotta peek and prayin' Lost him in the Beamer, drove my peoples crazy Been through situations that'll keep you mainy Fuck a pussy nigga, I can't see too many I can't do the Xanax, drive my people zany Need a new Mercedes, pull up in the Maybies
I know a lame when I see it Bitch I know hate when I hear it I take a few drugs when I need it So hard to look in the mirror That's me, that's me That's me, that's me I could be your conscience, I'ma be your conscience I could be your conscience, I could be your conscience I'ma be your conscience, I'ma be your conscience I could be your conscience I know a lame when I see it Bitch, I know hate when I hear it I take a few drugs when I need it So hard to look in the mirror I know a lame when I see it Bitch, I know hate when I hear it I take a few drugs when I need it So hard to look in the mirror I'ma be your conscience
My lil homie caught a My lil homie caught a homi My lil homie caught a body First night out He don't, he don't want no crimey Aye, he don't want no crimey
My lil homie caught a homi Caught a case, he caught a body Compton courthouse with a crimey Where they do the gangsters grimy Undercovers on assignment Solitary his confinement Jail the only way you make it off this island My lil homie caught a homi Caught a case, he caught a body Compton courthouse with a crimey Where they do the gangsters grimy Undercovers on assignment Solitary his confinement Jail the only way you make it off this island
Bitch, you gotta be from underground to understand this shit Bitch, you gotta be from out of town to want to buy this shit Bitch, you gotta be from out of bounds to want to try this shit You ain't gotta beef with Jordan, down to be the flyest bitch Hatin' won't work 'cause I'm workin' 'til I'm tired bitch Bitch, you had to been to county jail to live to tell this shit Prison saved my life 'cause I know I was supposed to die that year Bitches want my life so they just started actin' hella weird Niggas want my wife, that's not my wife, might fuck my other bitch Don't you close your eyes, we stayin' woke like Donald Glover, bitch Watch her snort a line right off the dick before she suck the dick Suffocate the pillow talk, just hold it down and smother shit They comparing me to Pac so I got on some walkin' shit Shout out to my lil homies hittin' licks and flockin' shit I be in the studio 'cause I don't do no talkin', bitch If I wasn't rappin', still be Gucci'd down and choppin' bricks
My lil homie caught a homi Caught a case, he caught a body Compton courthouse with a crimey Where they do the gangsters grimy Undercovers on assignment Solitary his confinement Jail the only way you make it off this island My lil homie caught a homi Caught a case, he caught a body Compton courthouse with a crimey Where they do the gangsters grimy Undercovers on assignment Solitary his confinement Jail the only way you make it off this island
Bitch, who got the lean? Who got the xans? I need prescription shit I'm from where we Crips will beef with Bloods and beef with Crips and shit I'm from where before you get some kids, you get some sentences I'm from where they spreading all the rumors and the sicknesses I'm from where your favorite drug dealers might be witnesses I'm from where some peoples caught on fire faking chemists I'm from where they used to get the water with no fish and drip I'm from where they treat a dead body like some fish 'n' chips Eat your ass alive, you might get swallowed by a trinky bitch She might look just like she is a model but got syphilis I'm from where some bitches be more gangster than these niggas is Half the time these killers really gay or really snitching shit I'ma make myself a fuckin' general like [?] Free my hitters, I could be in prison just like Ruthless is I got extradited, I bailed out before you knew the shit Fox was worried 'bout me, I was good but he the truth for this
My lil homie caught a homi Caught a case, he caught a body Compton courthouse with a crimey Where they do the gangsters grimy Undercovers on assignment Solitary his confinement Jail the only way you make it off this island My lil homie caught a homi Caught a case, he caught a body Compton courthouse with a crimey Where they do the gangsters grimy Undercovers on assignment Solitary his confinement Jail the only way you make it off this island
We on that ape shit First 48 shit Got the birds in We okay shit That building ancient First 48 shit A hundred birds Real gracious On my flights I got them birds That building ancient Aye, First 48 shit Ayy, ayy
X load it up bro Back to it, we went back to the future X on the beat, make it boom
Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin' Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin' Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin' Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin' Back to the, woo, back to the bucket Back to the, ayy, back to the bucket Back to the, yeah, back to the Cutlass Back to the, damn, back to the Cutlass
I remember I was strugglin' Woke up and I started hustling And I had to get that muscle Flexin', leave these peoples puzzled Chopper, no we ain't gon' touch him Green was sproutin' up, no brussel Orange hairs like I'm fucking Chucky White girls like I'm fucking Jason Live my dream just like I'm Freddy Got the bodies in the basement Dead bodies, dead bodies, talkin' presidents Everybody know I'll get you out of here, no evidence Ayy ayy, ayy, pull up at your residence Ayy, ayy, niggas gon' be heaven sent Go to jail only way we go to hell All these niggas actin' frail, I put packages in mail, boy Ayy, like the paper boy
Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin' Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin' Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin' Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin' Back to the, woo, back to the bucket Back to the, ayy, back to the bucket Back to the, yeah, back to the Cutlass Back to the, damn, back to the Cutlass
Back to the business, back to the bitches Back to the riches, Bally Total Fitness, put weight on my bitches Like a trainer, I'm a gang banger, not an entertainer But I'm famous, bought a banger 'fore I ever let my chain swang 'em Smoke another zone, bitch we Cheech and Chong Ridin' with my niggas whether right or wrong, ayy, ayy Most of these rappers'll write a statement 'fore they write a song In my trap I'm doin' numbers like Celine Dion Put that Tech inside my beverage just to calm me down You want static, it get hectic, then you not around Bitch you gotta be protected in the Jordan Downs Bitch you gotta be protected in the Jordan Downs
Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin' Back to the bucket, ballin' on a budget, I was hustlin' Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin' Back to the Cutlass, couldn't trust me, baby I was druggin' Back to the, woo, back to the bucket Back to the, ayy, back to the bucket Back to the, yeah, back to the Cutlass Back to the, damn, back to the Cutlass
Ooh, take 'em back to that Cutlass, ooh, ayy Take 'em back to that Cutlass, ooh, ooh Take 'em back to when I was strugglin', ooh Take 'em back to when I was hustlin' Back to that, back, back, back, back back Back to that, back, back back, back, back back Ooh, damn, Drummer Gang, we gon' Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy ayy, ooh
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