Shhh, strxch made it
What I say
Alr bet
Spinnin' through the zone in a Chrysler, tryna drop somethin'
Glizz on me, hangin' out the Vette, on my Pop Hunna
Ruger poppin' out the cut, he tryna pop sumn
Red beam on the glee, tryna dot sumn
Lil' nigga ain't a threat, it ain't shit to put some bread on em
Niggas quick to get to tellin' soon as they put that time on em
Thought you was solid, but you know niggas born phony
Ain't f*ckin' with nobody, come down, they gon' fold on you
I ain't never get took out nothin', woulda stol'd on you
F*ck that, a nigga push my button, then the pole on em
I'm in the streets, only rappin' for the pros innit
You can think I'm sweet, push up and I'ma hoe niggas
I know the real niggas never what they be
They gon perp for the net, till I find where niggas sleep
Made it through the jungle, I was blowin' through the trees
Before I seen a Drac, I was onna six with E
Hold up, get a money call, that's before I brush my teeth
Gettin' pros, I ain't f*ck with class, I was leavin'
Bitch took a yerkie, got her hangin' out the V
I was thuggin by myself, bitch I ain't need no company
Went on trips to that yeaa, nigga it ain't come to me
Bet I won't spend nothin', he ain't nothin' but some weed
Walk a nigga down onna cam, tryna see em bleed
Nigga, you the type to leave yo brotha, you ain't real as me
Bitch, I do this shit for my T's and my C's nem
And the hoe wanna f*ck but I made her talk to Jesus
Turntt Don - Interlude (feat. Jay Da Mobb) Lyrics
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Shhh, strxch made it
What I say
Alr bet
Spinnin' through the zone in a Chrysler, tryna drop somethin'
Glizz on me, hangin' out the Vette, on my Pop Hunna
Ruger poppin' out the cut, he tryna pop sumn
Red beam on the glee, tryna dot sumn
Lil' nigga ain't a threat, it ain't shit to put some bread on em
Niggas quick to get to tellin' soon as they put that time on em
Thought you was solid, but you know niggas born phony
Ain't f*ckin' with nobody, come down, they gon' fold on you
I ain't never get took out nothin', woulda stol'd on you
F*ck that, a nigga push my button, then the pole on em
I'm in the streets, only rappin' for the pros innit
You can think I'm sweet, push up and I'ma hoe niggas
I know the real niggas never what they be
They gon perp for the net, till I find where niggas sleep
Made it through the jungle, I was blowin' through the trees
Before I seen a Drac, I was onna six with E
Hold up, get a money call, that's before I brush my teeth
Gettin' pros, I ain't f*ck with class, I was leavin'
Bitch took a yerkie, got her hangin' out the V
I was thuggin by myself, bitch I ain't need no company
Went on trips to that yeaa, nigga it ain't come to me
Bet I won't spend nothin', he ain't nothin' but some weed
Walk a nigga down onna cam, tryna see em bleed
Nigga, you the type to leave yo brotha, you ain't real as me
Bitch, I do this shit for my T's and my C's nem
And the hoe wanna f*ck but I made her talk to Jesus
What I say
Alr bet
Spinnin' through the zone in a Chrysler, tryna drop somethin'
Glizz on me, hangin' out the Vette, on my Pop Hunna
Ruger poppin' out the cut, he tryna pop sumn
Red beam on the glee, tryna dot sumn
Lil' nigga ain't a threat, it ain't shit to put some bread on em
Niggas quick to get to tellin' soon as they put that time on em
Thought you was solid, but you know niggas born phony
Ain't f*ckin' with nobody, come down, they gon' fold on you
I ain't never get took out nothin', woulda stol'd on you
F*ck that, a nigga push my button, then the pole on em
I'm in the streets, only rappin' for the pros innit
You can think I'm sweet, push up and I'ma hoe niggas
I know the real niggas never what they be
They gon perp for the net, till I find where niggas sleep
Made it through the jungle, I was blowin' through the trees
Before I seen a Drac, I was onna six with E
Hold up, get a money call, that's before I brush my teeth
Gettin' pros, I ain't f*ck with class, I was leavin'
Bitch took a yerkie, got her hangin' out the V
I was thuggin by myself, bitch I ain't need no company
Went on trips to that yeaa, nigga it ain't come to me
Bet I won't spend nothin', he ain't nothin' but some weed
Walk a nigga down onna cam, tryna see em bleed
Nigga, you the type to leave yo brotha, you ain't real as me
Bitch, I do this shit for my T's and my C's nem
And the hoe wanna f*ck but I made her talk to Jesus
Writer: Turnt Reap
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