Ay, yo, my nigga get from round me You know Ion f*ck wit yall niggas
I be keepin' shit coarse, stay out my way and out my business
I can't never forget what you did, I be riding, round with it
Got these niggas in they feelings, bout some babbitt ass bitches
Outta town, runnin' plays, I be GMP sippin' Try to keep it on the low, she ran him out
I quit the mission Could've split it down the middle, cut him
Off, I had to pivot Feelin' good, I had to recharge, gotta get
Up off the bitches Got a job, I hit Mack, he move better with
The wrenches Stay solid, kept it real, boss player, when
You mention I ain't never f*ck with school, I was in/out
Detention Knew about guns since a jit, I'm still tryna
Learn fishin' Know the shooter and the victim, I ain't
Askin' if he did it Cut him off if he ain't loyal, f*ckin with
Me is a privilege Show true colors, bout that bread, don't
Give a f*ck about no image
R-E-S-P-E-C-T is all I wanted, huh
Hoes so phony, got me lookin' at em sideways It'll never be the same,
Motherf*cker da old days
Used to call me Dubb, I know she hooked when
She say O'Shea Been outside, I jus was high in front of 4K, dubb
Uh, how these niggas tryna box me out I'm in the ring like Pacquiao
Security can not pat me down These Dracos go from town to town and groupies
They get passed around We the ones who really in the field, you boys
Be out of bounds It's Nayson, and I got the crown
Thats your bitch, then go bust her down How you out here flat without no motion, that's
A flagrant foul Started flippin' O's, for the low then
I start flippin' pounds All this green be in my duffel like I play
For Philly now Told this girl to have my baby, nine months she
Gon' sit it out A push gift when she push it out, the Porsche truck
Came with zero miles, my bitch bad just like JT With them lips, them kisses be like, mwah
Ayy
VULCHA
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Ay, yo, my nigga get from round me You know Ion f*ck wit yall niggas
I be keepin' shit coarse, stay out my way and out my business
I can't never forget what you did, I be riding, round with it
Got these niggas in they feelings, bout some babbitt ass bitches
Outta town, runnin' plays, I be GMP sippin' Try to keep it on the low, she ran him out
I quit the mission Could've split it down the middle, cut him
Off, I had to pivot Feelin' good, I had to recharge, gotta get
Up off the bitches Got a job, I hit Mack, he move better with
The wrenches Stay solid, kept it real, boss player, when
You mention I ain't never f*ck with school, I was in/out
Detention Knew about guns since a jit, I'm still tryna
Learn fishin' Know the shooter and the victim, I ain't
Askin' if he did it Cut him off if he ain't loyal, f*ckin with
Me is a privilege Show true colors, bout that bread, don't
Give a f*ck about no image
R-E-S-P-E-C-T is all I wanted, huh
Hoes so phony, got me lookin' at em sideways It'll never be the same,
Motherf*cker da old days
Used to call me Dubb, I know she hooked when
She say O'Shea Been outside, I jus was high in front of 4K, dubb
Uh, how these niggas tryna box me out I'm in the ring like Pacquiao
Security can not pat me down These Dracos go from town to town and groupies
They get passed around We the ones who really in the field, you boys
Be out of bounds It's Nayson, and I got the crown
Thats your bitch, then go bust her down How you out here flat without no motion, that's
A flagrant foul Started flippin' O's, for the low then
I start flippin' pounds All this green be in my duffel like I play
For Philly now Told this girl to have my baby, nine months she
Gon' sit it out A push gift when she push it out, the Porsche truck
Came with zero miles, my bitch bad just like JT With them lips, them kisses be like, mwah
Ayy
VULCHA
I be keepin' shit coarse, stay out my way and out my business
I can't never forget what you did, I be riding, round with it
Got these niggas in they feelings, bout some babbitt ass bitches
Outta town, runnin' plays, I be GMP sippin' Try to keep it on the low, she ran him out
I quit the mission Could've split it down the middle, cut him
Off, I had to pivot Feelin' good, I had to recharge, gotta get
Up off the bitches Got a job, I hit Mack, he move better with
The wrenches Stay solid, kept it real, boss player, when
You mention I ain't never f*ck with school, I was in/out
Detention Knew about guns since a jit, I'm still tryna
Learn fishin' Know the shooter and the victim, I ain't
Askin' if he did it Cut him off if he ain't loyal, f*ckin with
Me is a privilege Show true colors, bout that bread, don't
Give a f*ck about no image
R-E-S-P-E-C-T is all I wanted, huh
Hoes so phony, got me lookin' at em sideways It'll never be the same,
Motherf*cker da old days
Used to call me Dubb, I know she hooked when
She say O'Shea Been outside, I jus was high in front of 4K, dubb
Uh, how these niggas tryna box me out I'm in the ring like Pacquiao
Security can not pat me down These Dracos go from town to town and groupies
They get passed around We the ones who really in the field, you boys
Be out of bounds It's Nayson, and I got the crown
Thats your bitch, then go bust her down How you out here flat without no motion, that's
A flagrant foul Started flippin' O's, for the low then
I start flippin' pounds All this green be in my duffel like I play
For Philly now Told this girl to have my baby, nine months she
Gon' sit it out A push gift when she push it out, the Porsche truck
Came with zero miles, my bitch bad just like JT With them lips, them kisses be like, mwah
Ayy
VULCHA
Writer: Marlin Harris
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