Tekst piosenki
Yeah Yeah Yeah OOOHHH!!!
It’s Great baby
Verse 1:
I woke up another morning wrote a sixteen
Inspirated by good green and thick fees
I’m still on it Im still chasing this big dream
I’m still on the block, still riding with G.C
County convicted State’s watching I’m in deep
I heard the competiton to me that shit weak
I’m repping L’s Gang affiliated with GG
Not in a gang but affiliated with GD
I’m South Burbs with it U.P-town be my land
Hit a nigga jack if yo bitch need a gram
Looking for that pack Adub be the man
Fuck being broke if yo ass ain’t in the can
Ten toes down in my six point stance
Know some guys from Lon City shout out to Preston Lance
We leave you leaking maxi pad
Bumping Trap Jesus I’m in the Jag
Chorus 1x
Only goal is getting dough, we some hustler that just flow
Real music from the soul (Nigga that’s on my Momma)
This broke shit ain’t for me, I’m addicted to the green
My lil daughter gotta eat (Nigga that’s on my Momma)
And Fuck You church I do this for me
Cause ain’t nobody finna do this but me (Nigga that’s on my Momma)
And where I’m from niggas die for nothing
But why you living if you won’t die for something (Nigga that’s on Momma)
Verse 2:
I grab the wheel took a sip then past the kill
Wake up where my pad and pen, compared to a beast you ain’t as half as real
Chi-town bout that Action here, assault rifles and daffodils
Chi-town bout that Action here, assault rifles and daffodils
Taking from my daughter I’m grab the steel
Rapping is my hobby but my passion is drill
Getting high up the Hill like Jack and Jill
But I ain’t from the Heights live that U.P-town life
Two bitches to fuck about to make my night
Got my jays on tight trying to get paid on sight
Drillers with me hit Hitta with me
They don’t rap and they don’t fight
Chorus 1x
Verse 3:
All my niggas sell dope, crack cards, or rock phones
Cash out, and fuck good, rock shows and fuck hoes
Thirty three grams that’s dumb O’s, I’m hot but everything I spit stone cold
It’s a man world, No, you can’t love hoes invest in real estate, pharmacy, and gun stores
We letting off slammers we don’t run jo Nigga try to take the strip I can’t nudge though
Homicide hit the tip, murder unknown Gotta thirty shot clip caliber four four
I’m sipping and I’m getting roll on, lame niggas sweet they ho hoes
Get up on the beats and go loco, bad bitches all in my pornos
Chorus 1x
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