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[Hook]
We ain’t stop for shit, keep that shit coming
Gotta get this cash, no couple hundreds
Haters make me sick, sick to my stomach
I ain’t supposed to be here, Niggas In London
[Verse 1]
Crackas driving by I tell my nigga servin’ hold up
Turn our heads from the crackas just because they know us
We ain’t trippin’, straight dro’ in the car, roll up
Call for people, find some lean, then we holla’ po’ up
V-neck, camo shorts is how a nigga fucking step out
Free my niggas, know I gotta say until they get out
And I ain’t stop for shit, ’till I cop a fucking penthouse
She suck me up and I record her, show her what a pimp ’bout
Ever since I beat my case man I been winning, grinning
Straight from the beginning
If you knew me from the streets then you’ll know I’m ’bout my business
Guinness Book, put me in it
I ain’t trippin’, fuck the sentence
Red cup, fucking lyfe is how we live it
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Young ass nigga from the Myrna
Crackas downtown tried to give me thirty
But I guess that’s just how it goes when you got a snake all in your circle
Tryna’ ban me for some shit, that a nigga didn’t even know about
And had nothing to do with, cause I know niggas run they mouth
We was servin’ hard, where your pack at
You was stealing cars, where your stacks at
We was on thirty where you trapped at
Same streets, check the stats at
Can’t straighten it out, no ?
Big Krizzle, Bubba Kush, no Air Max
Mixtape in rotation, so you can tell ’em this, and tell ’em that
Trill shit, niggas slippin’
Wet floor signs and banana peels
And where I’m from niggas got birds
Like a ? , no ?
I make her strip
I’m talking draws, bras, and the heels
When I blow I might get a crib
Until then I’m in the field, like
[Hook]
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