Lyrics

Okay, we going up And if a nigga play with you then I'mma bust some And I done told you a thousand times And I ain't worried, I done earned my stripes I keep a gun, they wanna screw me over And these bullets will knock your head up off your shoulders And these bitches, they only fuckin' for the fame And this money keep tryna make a nigga change, yeah But I'm on my pivot, rockstar living I didn't have a choice, I had to go and get it Yeah, we sayin' shit, like here we go again She didn't want me back then so I'mma fuck her friend I got fucking packs in if you need a hand Let me know if it's cracking, chopper make him dance I was tired of lacking, we got nines, baby I was dead broke, I had to shine This shit like a rollercoaster I was in her now I can't even go post her I had to get up, get up, go and get my bands up Lil' baby fucked up and she ain't got no chances Pull up, that chopper will make you couple dances I'm in the paint just like Waka Flocka, come test me We sendin' bullets, they gon' shock you where your leg be Sendin' shots right out that motherfucking .223 We the gang in the field and we like twenty deep Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, they won't ever understand me Phone calls, I needed someone to help me Now I'm up in these bitches, they wanna suck on me But I don't wanna know, I need a peace of mind Saying something under your breath and now you nevermind Gotta keep them niggas in check, they cannot fuck with mine We got glicks and nines, shoot up your whole enterprise I just wanna say I can't let shit change me Okay, we going up And if a nigga play with you then I'mma bust some And I done told you a thousand times And I ain't worried, I done earned my stripes I keep a gun, they wanna screw me over And these bullets will knock your head up off your shoulders And these bitches, they only fuckin' for the fame And this money keep tryna make a nigga change, yeah But I'm on my pivot, rockstar living I didn't have a choice, I had to go and get it Yeah, we sayin' shit, like here we go again She didn't want me back then so I'mma fuck her friend I got fucking packs in if you need a hand Let me know if it's cracking, chopper make him dance I was tired of lacking, we got nines, baby I was dead broke, I had to shine
Writer(s): Andre Dontrel Burt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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