Lyrics

You ain't never make it to the top nigga You was only hot up on ya block You niggas need to stop Niggas always talking bout they real But these niggas ain't never play the field You niggas gotta chill You ain't letting automatics spit You ain't running round holding on the grip Cause nigga you a bitch Niggas don't even know ya name You ain't never get respect up in this game My niggas put in pain You ain't gotta like me But you gone show me respect And they still gone cut me a check nigga You ain't gotta like me But you gone show me respect And they still gone cut me a check mother fucker Its like I'm locked out Cause I left a key in the house My bitch used to move coke Like queen of the south Supply ya whole hood nigga When ya team in a drought But talking ain't gone get you nothing But a beam in ya mouth The big gat the drama is on I'm with that You the type to get robbed And try to buy ya shit back Not me my nigga ima pull it and clap You snatch mine Guess what? its a bullet attached So just know What I don't give, a flying fuck My niggas all putting in pain The iron buck so if its really worth it My nigga than try ya luck Ya best bet when I pull out To try and duck mother fucker You ain't never make it to the top nigga You was only hot up on ya block You niggas need to stop Niggas always talking bout they real But these niggas ain't never play the field You niggas gotta chill You ain't letting automatics spit You ain't running round holding on the grip Cause nigga you a bitch Niggas don't even know ya name You ain't never get respect up in this game My niggas put in pain White collar fuck what you think 3 dice couple dollars I be off to the bank White collar fuck what you think 3 dice couple dollars I be off to the bank Coogi on toolie in the sweats Pressure bust pipes put a uzi to ya neck I snatched co ice and made a movie in the jects Pissy elevator smell the woolie in the steps Yeah rocko lie gone air hollows murder 1 11 Eleven I seen homo's 7 series coupe In back is pean Tahoe Rest in peace Chinx Rock links that queens follow Duck and swerve desi nigga pluck this bird Cuffed on curbs for stuff we served Fuck furs We in them Duncans we touching them spurs Luck turns I'm Luchiano cussing in words You ain't never make it to the top nigga You was only hot up on ya block You niggas need to stop Niggas always talking bout they real But these niggas ain't never play the field You niggas gotta chill You ain't letting automatics spit You ain't running round holding on the grip Cause nigga you a bitch Niggas don't even know ya name You ain't never get respect up in this game My niggas put in pain
Writer(s): Curtis Little Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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