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Uh
I got Davy Genius bitch with me
It's that 23 shit
Why the fuck errybody in my business
That's what I don't get
Remember I was in the trap
And I ain't have shit
Just me and all my brothers
Tryna come up on a lick
If you still around, I love you
That's some shit I won't forget
Feds just ran in Red's shit
I know they wish they found a brick
Tell them bitches try again
We move it soon as it come in
**** shootin' for attention
Just don't know you made the list
Yeah my shooter 'bout his business
When he up it he don't miss
I just got me some new water
Now I'm finna flood my wrist
Really shining, yellow diamonds
Damn this shit look like my piss
I stepped out rocking designer
I drop bands up on my fit
I ain't never need a stylist
I'm too fly for all that shit
I'm in the streets
So the code is what I live by
Sometimes I wish I could spread my wings and fly
I just want the money
So I put the bullshit to the side
If it's a problem we gon' come and slide
Bitch you can't run forever
Why you tryna hide?
Lately I been chillin'
Since a young **** been on the rise
Chasin' after millions
I won't stop until I'm satisfied
I'ma feed my family
That's the only thing be on my mind
The ones I love, I'ma die behind
Everybody can't be real, somebody lyin'
Somebody lyin'
Shh-shh, bah-bah, fuck with me
And there's some shots firin'
Bitch we slangin' iron
I'ma get off, I ain't gon' waste no time
Why the fuck errybody in my business
That's what I don't get
Remember I was in the trap
And I ain't have shit
Just me and all my brothers
Tryna come up on a lick
If you still around, I love you
That's some shit I won't forget
Feds just ran in Red's shit
I know they wish they found a brick
Tell them bitches try again
We move it soon as it come in
**** shootin' for attention
Just don't know you made the list
Yeah my shooter 'bout his business
When he up it he don't miss
I just got off the phone
I got a play in motion
I know they want me gone
So I'm tooley totin'
I'm in Cali blowin' strong
This shit got me choking
All this ice around my neck
It got my body frozen
She want fuck, I told her come over
Ride me like a Rover
Fuck the bed, we can use the sofa
'Long as you bend over
Let's get high, baby hit the blunt
I don't want you sober
Don't be shy, girl let's have some fun
Don't stop 'til it's over
I like muddy situation, double cup my soda
Smokin' gas, this shit really stank
Please excuse the odor
I ain't slippin' though
Best believe I move 'round with that toaster
Don't run up, I'ma bust your shit
And take it off your shoulders
I will never fold up
No I will never fold up
They ask me for favors
And I just tell 'em hold up
Yeah the streets made us
Now look how we done blowed up
Fuck 12, they can't control us
Fuck 12, they can't control us
Why the fuck errybody in my business
That's what I don't get
Remember I was in the trap
And I ain't have shit
Just me and all my brothers
Tryna come up on a lick
If you still around, I love you
That's some shit I won't forget
Feds just ran in Red's shit
I know they wish they found a brick
Tell them bitches try again
We move it soon as it come in
**** shootin' for attention
Just don't know you made the list
Yeah my shooter 'bout his business
When he up it he don't miss
(We move it soon as it come in)
(He just don't know you made the list)
Written by: Javarious Scott