Yeah, Yeah, You Know That
Yeah,
Boy im the hottest out of my city and that shit merched, don't see no competition
Im rich as hell right now look at my pockets , them bitches on composition
Im on swin cycle, clutching a micro, cant get snaked out my position(Out My Position
Stop running from me lil boy come here, you cant outrun 2, 3 piece switches
Thats how it sound when you bailout drench
Got caught in that field, got put on the bench
Cant take that heat better get out the whip
Throwing up in your mouth after all that blood nigga you ain't ready, boa you ain't slick
Im blood thirsty, you ain't with the movement if you don't make shit bleed
Call up Bloody and tell him bring up that V, Straight 8's and SRT's
I want bodies, faces, dead, taz, stop telling me what I need
Stand over a nigga make him beg me to breathe boy you better ask nice better cop you a plea, Come on (Please I beg You)(I beg You) (Please) (Shut Up Bitch
Yeah,
Now thats what happen, what you learn?
Bounce out cars and leave shit burnt
We got our bread up Foe-Nem turnt, and we put shit under the dirt
Foe-Nem got booked and that shit hurt at least they ain't get locked up for murder(at least they ain't get locked up for murder
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Yeah, Yeah, You Know That
Yeah,
Boy im the hottest out of my city and that shit merched, don't see no competition
Im rich as hell right now look at my pockets , them bitches on composition
Im on swin cycle, clutching a micro, cant get snaked out my position(Out My Position
Stop running from me lil boy come here, you cant outrun 2, 3 piece switches
Thats how it sound when you bailout drench
Got caught in that field, got put on the bench
Cant take that heat better get out the whip
Throwing up in your mouth after all that blood nigga you ain't ready, boa you ain't slick
Im blood thirsty, you ain't with the movement if you don't make shit bleed
Call up Bloody and tell him bring up that V, Straight 8's and SRT's
I want bodies, faces, dead, taz, stop telling me what I need
Stand over a nigga make him beg me to breathe boy you better ask nice better cop you a plea, Come on (Please I beg You)(I beg You) (Please) (Shut Up Bitch
Yeah,
Now thats what happen, what you learn?
Bounce out cars and leave shit burnt
We got our bread up Foe-Nem turnt, and we put shit under the dirt
Foe-Nem got booked and that shit hurt at least they ain't get locked up for murder(at least they ain't get locked up for murder
Yeah,
Boy im the hottest out of my city and that shit merched, don't see no competition
Im rich as hell right now look at my pockets , them bitches on composition
Im on swin cycle, clutching a micro, cant get snaked out my position(Out My Position
Stop running from me lil boy come here, you cant outrun 2, 3 piece switches
Thats how it sound when you bailout drench
Got caught in that field, got put on the bench
Cant take that heat better get out the whip
Throwing up in your mouth after all that blood nigga you ain't ready, boa you ain't slick
Im blood thirsty, you ain't with the movement if you don't make shit bleed
Call up Bloody and tell him bring up that V, Straight 8's and SRT's
I want bodies, faces, dead, taz, stop telling me what I need
Stand over a nigga make him beg me to breathe boy you better ask nice better cop you a plea, Come on (Please I beg You)(I beg You) (Please) (Shut Up Bitch
Yeah,
Now thats what happen, what you learn?
Bounce out cars and leave shit burnt
We got our bread up Foe-Nem turnt, and we put shit under the dirt
Foe-Nem got booked and that shit hurt at least they ain't get locked up for murder(at least they ain't get locked up for murder
Writer: Key Wright
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