let you shit on me? (Hell no) I'ma let you shit on me? (Nigga what?) You think I'ma let you shit on me? [Dro] Rob niggaz for they sounds Act like we
let you shit on me? (Hell no) I'ma let you shit on me? (Nigga what?) You think I'ma let you shit on me? [Dro:] Rob niggaz for they sounds Act like we
me on tha Food Channel (Channel) (Yeah) Roll with tha pimps oh nah I'm not a balla (balla) Sell up on those cities like a blue night crawler (ahhh) Call her on
t fail me now I never will stand still I still run this here Feet don't fail me now I said feet don't fail me now I said feet don't fail me now [Verse
it Long story short that nigga was me, that nigga is b, Destined to be, a failure but I still made it out hell yeah. I was stubborn could nobody tell me
need nobody but my god damn self Let me speak up so eryone can here me You ain't neva had nuttin, so you all should fear me Young, wild, n ruthless Consider me
I was from. It's that nigga B.O.B. EZ Elpee is up on the beat. (DJ Scream) [Chorus:] I'm cruisin' through Decatur tryin' to find some of that 'dro And
games until this red light's on ya It's like the Playstation's off Smith & Wesson work, Luger nine labor Professional shit like they did me on majors
like bowlin pins Mami, you standin with a slouch Starin at me, while I'm standin on the couch Come and get in the blue flames Have a sip of this blue shit
me back So gone could'nttell you where I'm at Maybe New York, Philly, maybe Pittsburgh You wanna find me hit me on Twitter Well that sound mad lame People love me
how it go down, don't even need a hook for this shit know what I'm sayin? I'm just keep on spittin let this camera keep roliln and shit Lesson, if you
gonna bring me back so gone couldnt tell you where im at Maybe New York, Philly, maybe Pittsburgh you wanna find me hit me on Twitter Well that sound mad lame People love me
up Po' it up (po' it up) Roll it up Damn, what do I start? How do I keep shit out of my heart? How do I not act hard? When errbody round me pulling my card Bowing up on
A Nigga Been Coit (Yeah) Married To This Rap Shit And Ya Just Go Wit It Oh Here We Go Again Eyes A Lil Lower I Be Four To On When I'm Three One Oh In
it, I spit it kinda diff-er-ent They, try to put me in the box, I wouldn't fit in it Coke - wasn't shippin' it, dro - wasn't hittin it But flippin' them
get hella hoes Hey! [Verse 1:] 745 outside Rims hella big When I drive by Make them haters hella sick Seat laid back Puffin on hella dro Cup filled up Sippin on
