my heats on my ankle roaster Ride, low on my seat blowin' Dinkin Roasters When I'm blowin' my heaters point blank and closer Face show on the streets and it ain't
And hope I'll always win Even if I don't I'm fucked because I live a life of sin But it's alright I don't give a damn I don't play your rules I
way it's all good" It didn't slow me down Mistaken Always second guessing Underestimated Look, I'm still around... Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever
Ass Niggas Wanna Fight Me But I ain't Going Play With 'Em Nu Uh Brother Left To AK Hit 'Em Tough Niggas Get Fucked Up And Put On Ice For The Rest Of They
Let Her Blow It The Hottest Nigga In The City Baby You Can't Ignore It I Showed Her I Was A Real Nigga & She Went For It First Time I Caught Her Shit
bucks, fuck ifs or maybes Yeah surfs up harlem hoes say I'm "waaaavy", LA girls say I'm "holetiyyght" I leave a hater like he lost a watermellon fight [laughs] Call it
Every problem you ever had with another man I gotta face, Started off on thin ice, I'm still here but I can't skate, Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, don't
weed The homies ain't gotta know Get you high Keep it on the low All this paper I fold Meetin' fuckin hos on the road It's takin it's toll Now how you
on every block, Snitches ain't got no heart Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan, But
Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. [Verse 1: YG Hootie
label doin me dirty tryin to fuck me with no rubber I ain't no sucker Roll up now nigga blown up now nigga a bitch it's goin down They should have never
I Ain't Nice Then He Probably Get Butt Fucked I See You In The Hood All I'll Say Is "Tough Luck" Don't Holla Percise Gang... ... Ya Get Fucked Up What
like a mo'fucker (for what), I gotta turn myself in man (oh I forgot about that shit man fuck), but not today though (oh well shit fuck it, you all good
self you don't want to plex my friend Fuck around with me and you might never breathe a breath again Cause a nigga might shoot you in a place where it
on 22's And I'ma keep you stylin when I'm shoppin for you Plenty ice, plenty clothes, plenty shoes But don't get it confused, I ain't trickin cause I'
Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck with clips
motherfuckers so I'm a hate everybody I can hate and I don't give a fuck about nothin' fuck-a-nigga, fuck-a-bitch let me get that straight ain't no love