Letras
Yo this shit ain't new to me
Murder the beat and read it the eulogy
She cool with me
Want me to pull up later to do the creep
Got two or three, backwoods I rolled before I came through to beat
She roll with me
Molly on her tongue, she gonna be stupid geeked
Now usually I tap into these niggas' tapes, they be havin' me mad as fuck
Yappin' all day about trappin, the lyrics ain't slappin' and the numbers ain't addin' up
I was just off in the trenches to give it a listen while cuttin' and baggin' up
That shit was tired as Michelin
I needed different
Had to go play me some pimpin, bitch
Rap everything that I'm livin, you niggas pretendin' and I can see through the facade
I see the fear in your eyes when me and my niggas hop out of them rides, yeah
We just providin' the vibes, it's real niggas in this bitch
Made boss moves, took The Hit Committee back, shit ain't been the same ever since
Cut some niggas out the mix
Bought a choppa with a purple mag and a 40 clip
Shit cost a lil' pretty penny, but it's all good, I got more to get
Lame niggas abhor the drip
But it's probably cause they can't afford the shit
Don't make me have to all aboard your bitch Hoe I'm tapped in like a cordless, let's get it