LRC歌词
I was on the corner selling reefah and crack
Say you about that life you better keep you a strap
Put me anywhere give me 3 weeks over there
Flip phone couple bags half a brick in the scale
Yeah I come from a place where you get paid or pay
Go hustle find some money or your mess up in tape
OG Gasbags coming in from the base
Soon as they get imma break them ***es down and get paid
I'm talking ounces M quarters grammies I want all the **ing money
On boulevard with half a brick, Nigga it was all the way dummy
I'm in the city all the way dummy, Keep a cannon on me with a drumline that and ** like a punchline that's the only time imma tell you
I'm in the street for real (Yeah!)
I'm in the street for real (Pow!)
I'm in the street for real, Yall niggas really in the street for real, Yall niggas ain't in the street for real
Cause that ** bout yall niggas ain't street for real
You going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
Nigga, you going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
I was getting it out the bowl
Right wraps in the hole
While you was living on the whole
Old Hoe ass little nigga
I was in the kitchen trying to whip it clean trying to revive a little G baby
Call that a little hardball
We just trying to make to the ship
RIP to that boat shit
Got to thank God I got my grammies up
Baby momma couldn't top me I don't wanna ** pull your panties up
RIP to the small time
Got to thank God I got my grammies up
Took 14 and 4 48s and 31 and 508
I'm a flipper shawty you don't see the fin
Flip a nigga put one in the wind
Walk up straight in and buy 5 bags
Middleman a whole 10
I swear to god I'm addicted to it
Shit I can't wait to jugg
If I hit your baby I don't wanna see her
Shit it might pull a shell
Can't get a job my pit duty system full of ***
I'm on percocet and good gasoline am I geeking hoe you know that
Plus I got tattoos and one wound they cover up my body
I can't wait to rub all on her when I put my dick inside her
And she knows I'm crippin never slipping keep it with me
If they ever hit the ** I kill em both don't keep no witness
I'm in the street for real (Yeah!)
I'm in the street for real (Pow!)
I'm in the street for real, Yall niggas really in the street for real, Yall niggas ain't in the street for real
Cause that ** bout yall niggas ain't street for real
You going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
Nigga, you going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
I was getting it out the bowl
Right wraps in the hole
While you was living on the whole
Old Hoe ass little nigga
Say you about that life you better keep you a strap
Put me anywhere give me 3 weeks over there
Flip phone couple bags half a brick in the scale
Yeah I come from a place where you get paid or pay
Go hustle find some money or your mess up in tape
OG Gasbags coming in from the base
Soon as they get imma break them ***es down and get paid
I'm talking ounces M quarters grammies I want all the **ing money
On boulevard with half a brick, Nigga it was all the way dummy
I'm in the city all the way dummy, Keep a cannon on me with a drumline that and ** like a punchline that's the only time imma tell you
I'm in the street for real (Yeah!)
I'm in the street for real (Pow!)
I'm in the street for real, Yall niggas really in the street for real, Yall niggas ain't in the street for real
Cause that ** bout yall niggas ain't street for real
You going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
Nigga, you going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
I was getting it out the bowl
Right wraps in the hole
While you was living on the whole
Old Hoe ass little nigga
I was in the kitchen trying to whip it clean trying to revive a little G baby
Call that a little hardball
We just trying to make to the ship
RIP to that boat shit
Got to thank God I got my grammies up
Baby momma couldn't top me I don't wanna ** pull your panties up
RIP to the small time
Got to thank God I got my grammies up
Took 14 and 4 48s and 31 and 508
I'm a flipper shawty you don't see the fin
Flip a nigga put one in the wind
Walk up straight in and buy 5 bags
Middleman a whole 10
I swear to god I'm addicted to it
Shit I can't wait to jugg
If I hit your baby I don't wanna see her
Shit it might pull a shell
Can't get a job my pit duty system full of ***
I'm on percocet and good gasoline am I geeking hoe you know that
Plus I got tattoos and one wound they cover up my body
I can't wait to rub all on her when I put my dick inside her
And she knows I'm crippin never slipping keep it with me
If they ever hit the ** I kill em both don't keep no witness
I'm in the street for real (Yeah!)
I'm in the street for real (Pow!)
I'm in the street for real, Yall niggas really in the street for real, Yall niggas ain't in the street for real
Cause that ** bout yall niggas ain't street for real
You going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
Nigga, you going to fold under pressure
When the pressure on you going to fold nigga
I was getting it out the bowl
Right wraps in the hole
While you was living on the whole
Old Hoe ass little nigga
文本歌词
I was on the corner selling reefah and crackSay you about that life you better keep you a strapPut me anywhere give me 3 weeks over thereFlip phone couple bags half a brick in the scaleYeah I come from a place where you get paid or payGo hustle find some money or your mess up in tapeOG Gasbags coming in from the baseSoon as they get imma break them ***es down and get paidI'm talking ounces M quarters grammies I want all the **ing moneyOn boulevard with half a brick, Nigga it was all the way dummyI'm in the city all the way dummy, Keep a cannon on me with a drumline that and ** like a punchline that's the only time imma tell youI'm in the street for real (Yeah!)I'm in the street for real (Pow!)I'm in the street for real, Yall niggas really in the street for real, Yall niggas ain't in the street for realCause that ** bout yall niggas ain't street for realYou going to fold under pressureWhen the pressure on you going to fold niggaNigga, you going to fold under pressureWhen the pressure on you going to fold niggaI was getting it out the bowlRight wraps in the holeWhile you was living on the wholeOld Hoe ass little niggaI was in the kitchen trying to whip it clean trying to revive a little G babyCall that a little hardballWe just trying to make to the shipRIP to that boat shitGot to thank God I got my grammies upBaby momma couldn't top me I don't wanna ** pull your panties upRIP to the small timeGot to thank God I got my grammies upTook 14 and 4 48s and 31 and 508I'm a flipper shawty you don't see the finFlip a nigga put one in the windWalk up straight in and buy 5 bagsMiddleman a whole 10I swear to god I'm addicted to itShit I can't wait to juggIf I hit your baby I don't wanna see herShit it might pull a shellCan't get a job my pit duty system full of ***I'm on percocet and good gasoline am I geeking hoe you know thatPlus I got tattoos and one wound they cover up my bodyI can't wait to rub all on her when I put my dick inside herAnd she knows I'm crippin never slipping keep it with meIf they ever hit the ** I kill em both don't keep no witnessI'm in the street for real (Yeah!)I'm in the street for real (Pow!)I'm in the street for real, Yall niggas really in the street for real, Yall niggas ain't in the street for realCause that ** bout yall niggas ain't street for realYou going to fold under pressureWhen the pressure on you going to fold niggaNigga, you going to fold under pressureWhen the pressure on you going to fold niggaI was getting it out the bowlRight wraps in the holeWhile you was living on the wholeOld Hoe ass little nigga
