Me and shorty out in traffic with these pipes
A nigga try then a nigga gone take his life
I juss want one night i don't need a wife
All these hoes trife
I won't cuff nun
Bitch I ain't fa nun
Bitch We got a hundred guns
Got 100 drum
Pussy boy you want some
Imma get it done
Cook a nigga he well done
I got steak on my plate
Ain't no snakes in my way
Bobby lashley I lift weight
I been a gang banger since the 6th grade
Smokin weed stay out late with the gang
My brother taught a nigga how to cut crack
My brother taught a nigga how to tuck dat
And if a nigga buss at us we gon buss back
And we ain't sellin no guns bitch we buy em all
I see you posted on that block we gon kill em all
We gon get em all
One by one let em fall
Bitch I love to ball
Shoot shit up like hoop dreams
We the cream team
Up early servin Fiens
You ain't shit but a card cracker
You is not a factor
Blitz em like a line backer
Watch yo shit splatter
You look like a stain
Come out west betta tuck yo chain
Up late off this yang
Prolly tryna f*ck yo bae
Let her drool on this dick
Ain't no rules to this shit
Niggas they a f*ck my bitch
But I ain't gotta bitch naww
I Ain't got time for that shit
Tryna run it up like I'm on a treadmill
I don't speak but my mother f*ckin bread will
I got ps all around like a Ferris will
I be with the hot heads yeah they born to drill
I feel like Q up in juice bitch I keep da steal
Don't tell me how to feel
Cause Shit real in the field
I find out that you holdin then my niggas on yo heels
We might do you bogus and your cap might get peeled
Catch a nigga slippin like he on a banana peal
Rollin off this ex pill
She like how that neck feel
That shit feel lovely
Got me bussin
But I ain't cuffing
Can't get shit from me
I'm still thuggin
Like pac In his prime
Line after line
You ain't f*ckin wit mine
Me and shorty out in traffic with these pipes
A nigga try then a nigga gone take his life
I juss want one night i don't need a wife
All these hoes trife
I won't cuff nun
Bitch I ain't fa nun
Bitch We got a hundred guns
Got 100 drum
Pussy boy you want some
Imma get it done
Cook a nigga he well done
I got steak on my plate
Ain't no snakes in my way
Intro Video (MV)
Performed By: EL Reon
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: MICHAEL WOODROW SR. JACKSON, DAMIEN SMITH, SAMUEL BARNES, JEAN OLIVIER, RICHARD JACKSON
EL Reon - Intro Lyrics
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Me and shorty out in traffic with these pipes
A nigga try then a nigga gone take his life
I juss want one night i don't need a wife
All these hoes trife
I won't cuff nun
Bitch I ain't fa nun
Bitch We got a hundred guns
Got 100 drum
Pussy boy you want some
Imma get it done
Cook a nigga he well done
I got steak on my plate
Ain't no snakes in my way
Bobby lashley I lift weight
I been a gang banger since the 6th grade
Smokin weed stay out late with the gang
My brother taught a nigga how to cut crack
My brother taught a nigga how to tuck dat
And if a nigga buss at us we gon buss back
And we ain't sellin no guns bitch we buy em all
I see you posted on that block we gon kill em all
We gon get em all
One by one let em fall
Bitch I love to ball
Shoot shit up like hoop dreams
We the cream team
Up early servin Fiens
You ain't shit but a card cracker
You is not a factor
Blitz em like a line backer
Watch yo shit splatter
You look like a stain
Come out west betta tuck yo chain
Up late off this yang
Prolly tryna f*ck yo bae
Let her drool on this dick
Ain't no rules to this shit
Niggas they a f*ck my bitch
But I ain't gotta bitch naww
I Ain't got time for that shit
Tryna run it up like I'm on a treadmill
I don't speak but my mother f*ckin bread will
I got ps all around like a Ferris will
I be with the hot heads yeah they born to drill
I feel like Q up in juice bitch I keep da steal
Don't tell me how to feel
Cause Shit real in the field
I find out that you holdin then my niggas on yo heels
We might do you bogus and your cap might get peeled
Catch a nigga slippin like he on a banana peal
Rollin off this ex pill
She like how that neck feel
That shit feel lovely
Got me bussin
But I ain't cuffing
Can't get shit from me
I'm still thuggin
Like pac In his prime
Line after line
You ain't f*ckin wit mine
Me and shorty out in traffic with these pipes
A nigga try then a nigga gone take his life
I juss want one night i don't need a wife
All these hoes trife
I won't cuff nun
Bitch I ain't fa nun
Bitch We got a hundred guns
Got 100 drum
Pussy boy you want some
Imma get it done
Cook a nigga he well done
I got steak on my plate
Ain't no snakes in my way
A nigga try then a nigga gone take his life
I juss want one night i don't need a wife
All these hoes trife
I won't cuff nun
Bitch I ain't fa nun
Bitch We got a hundred guns
Got 100 drum
Pussy boy you want some
Imma get it done
Cook a nigga he well done
I got steak on my plate
Ain't no snakes in my way
Bobby lashley I lift weight
I been a gang banger since the 6th grade
Smokin weed stay out late with the gang
My brother taught a nigga how to cut crack
My brother taught a nigga how to tuck dat
And if a nigga buss at us we gon buss back
And we ain't sellin no guns bitch we buy em all
I see you posted on that block we gon kill em all
We gon get em all
One by one let em fall
Bitch I love to ball
Shoot shit up like hoop dreams
We the cream team
Up early servin Fiens
You ain't shit but a card cracker
You is not a factor
Blitz em like a line backer
Watch yo shit splatter
You look like a stain
Come out west betta tuck yo chain
Up late off this yang
Prolly tryna f*ck yo bae
Let her drool on this dick
Ain't no rules to this shit
Niggas they a f*ck my bitch
But I ain't gotta bitch naww
I Ain't got time for that shit
Tryna run it up like I'm on a treadmill
I don't speak but my mother f*ckin bread will
I got ps all around like a Ferris will
I be with the hot heads yeah they born to drill
I feel like Q up in juice bitch I keep da steal
Don't tell me how to feel
Cause Shit real in the field
I find out that you holdin then my niggas on yo heels
We might do you bogus and your cap might get peeled
Catch a nigga slippin like he on a banana peal
Rollin off this ex pill
She like how that neck feel
That shit feel lovely
Got me bussin
But I ain't cuffing
Can't get shit from me
I'm still thuggin
Like pac In his prime
Line after line
You ain't f*ckin wit mine
Me and shorty out in traffic with these pipes
A nigga try then a nigga gone take his life
I juss want one night i don't need a wife
All these hoes trife
I won't cuff nun
Bitch I ain't fa nun
Bitch We got a hundred guns
Got 100 drum
Pussy boy you want some
Imma get it done
Cook a nigga he well done
I got steak on my plate
Ain't no snakes in my way
Writer: MICHAEL WOODROW SR. JACKSON, DAMIEN SMITH, SAMUEL BARNES, JEAN OLIVIER, RICHARD JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Royalty Network, NAVY YARD MUSIC, Songtrust Ave, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Royalty Network, NAVY YARD MUSIC, Songtrust Ave, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.