Where we at?
Let's get it
On hell block, playin' hot potato, in the kitchen, tryna re-rock a bagel
It come to bitches, you know I got a stable
My project bitch ain't got no cable or no washer-dryer
Three, four kids, can't cook a lick, but this hoe hot as fire
My other chick, she got some priors, family from the boonies
Love my dirty Fruit of the Loomies, I love it when she moon me
Ain't talked to Spoony in a minute, know we good money
Hood love me, played the hand I was dealt, ain't talkin' gin rummy
My income be comin' in seven different ways
Type of nigga married to the streets and never been engaged
Sawed-off, pump, or twenty-gauge (Front and center stage)
Magazine hold a fifty-clip, don't make me flip the page
Been in them shootouts close-range, I been in them raids
Been afraid to give a bitch my all 'cause I done been betrayed
I can recall bein' broke, niggas sendin' shade
I microwave that dope on sixty seconds, call it Minute Maid
Ayy, I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
G74 no GD, scalin' blow with DeeDee on the S.E.B
I popped my first Barbie doll with Gigi
Plugged in from Six Mile and Hoover Street to Greenleaf
Bo J really be thuggin' off of Cooper Street with Riri
Deep in the trenches where police kickin' screens off the hinges
All the fiends bangin' needles and syringes
Down in Pensacola with the Sinaloa, sendin' bricks of yola to Dakota
You a silver spoon-fed Ricky Schroder
Screamin', "Free my lil' nigga Gio, he a pill-gritter"
RIP my young nigga Cred, he was a real killer
Slidin' with the Glick through the slums, know they feel bitter
Life's a bitch, she must got me sprung, 'cause I'm still with her
Ayy, I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
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Where we at?
Let's get it
On hell block, playin' hot potato, in the kitchen, tryna re-rock a bagel
It come to bitches, you know I got a stable
My project bitch ain't got no cable or no washer-dryer
Three, four kids, can't cook a lick, but this hoe hot as fire
My other chick, she got some priors, family from the boonies
Love my dirty Fruit of the Loomies, I love it when she moon me
Ain't talked to Spoony in a minute, know we good money
Hood love me, played the hand I was dealt, ain't talkin' gin rummy
My income be comin' in seven different ways
Type of nigga married to the streets and never been engaged
Sawed-off, pump, or twenty-gauge (Front and center stage)
Magazine hold a fifty-clip, don't make me flip the page
Been in them shootouts close-range, I been in them raids
Been afraid to give a bitch my all 'cause I done been betrayed
I can recall bein' broke, niggas sendin' shade
I microwave that dope on sixty seconds, call it Minute Maid
Ayy, I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
G74 no GD, scalin' blow with DeeDee on the S.E.B
I popped my first Barbie doll with Gigi
Plugged in from Six Mile and Hoover Street to Greenleaf
Bo J really be thuggin' off of Cooper Street with Riri
Deep in the trenches where police kickin' screens off the hinges
All the fiends bangin' needles and syringes
Down in Pensacola with the Sinaloa, sendin' bricks of yola to Dakota
You a silver spoon-fed Ricky Schroder
Screamin', "Free my lil' nigga Gio, he a pill-gritter"
RIP my young nigga Cred, he was a real killer
Slidin' with the Glick through the slums, know they feel bitter
Life's a bitch, she must got me sprung, 'cause I'm still with her
Ayy, I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
Let's get it
On hell block, playin' hot potato, in the kitchen, tryna re-rock a bagel
It come to bitches, you know I got a stable
My project bitch ain't got no cable or no washer-dryer
Three, four kids, can't cook a lick, but this hoe hot as fire
My other chick, she got some priors, family from the boonies
Love my dirty Fruit of the Loomies, I love it when she moon me
Ain't talked to Spoony in a minute, know we good money
Hood love me, played the hand I was dealt, ain't talkin' gin rummy
My income be comin' in seven different ways
Type of nigga married to the streets and never been engaged
Sawed-off, pump, or twenty-gauge (Front and center stage)
Magazine hold a fifty-clip, don't make me flip the page
Been in them shootouts close-range, I been in them raids
Been afraid to give a bitch my all 'cause I done been betrayed
I can recall bein' broke, niggas sendin' shade
I microwave that dope on sixty seconds, call it Minute Maid
Ayy, I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
G74 no GD, scalin' blow with DeeDee on the S.E.B
I popped my first Barbie doll with Gigi
Plugged in from Six Mile and Hoover Street to Greenleaf
Bo J really be thuggin' off of Cooper Street with Riri
Deep in the trenches where police kickin' screens off the hinges
All the fiends bangin' needles and syringes
Down in Pensacola with the Sinaloa, sendin' bricks of yola to Dakota
You a silver spoon-fed Ricky Schroder
Screamin', "Free my lil' nigga Gio, he a pill-gritter"
RIP my young nigga Cred, he was a real killer
Slidin' with the Glick through the slums, know they feel bitter
Life's a bitch, she must got me sprung, 'cause I'm still with her
Ayy, I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
I can remember once or twice when niggas held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
Writer: James Clay III Jones, Adam Weissman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC