Letras
Pipes on the AMG, sound like a dragon roaring
They can tell you where I'm from, can't tell you where I'm going
ANKA and niggas know aye turn me up gang
Pipes on the AMG, sound like a dragon roarin
They can tell you where I'm from, can't tell you where I'm going
Trying to figure out my hand, cause I don't never show it
Two steps ahead of everybody i can't let them know it
This type money gets you nervous
On the road, I'm feeling anxious
Lately, running out of patience
I can't leave no paper waitin
Peep, how you start acting when you got around them niggas hatin
Sitting finished broke, debating
This year tryna seal the franklins
She think I'm a saint when I'm from nothing
It's all out the basement
Before I argue with you, I'm going to make them decorate the pavement
Nigga owe me big knocked the tab down
He making payments
Could have ran off with that little shit
I would have got him painted
Ain't going to lie about it
them loses you be taking minor
Wouldn't cry about it
I really don't like talking about my hood
I'd die about it
I need my hoes grown
Can't be acting shy about it
You going to eat it up or what
Ain't going to lie about it
them loses you be taking minor
Wouldn't cry about it
I really don't like talking about my hood
I'd die about it
I need my hoes grown
Can't be acting shy about it
You going to eat it up or what
Kill his ass
Wake his ass up
Kill his ass again
Mad because I shot your friend
I'll shoot his ass again
Cry about it
Find out that he dead
You're going to be mad for real
Rest in peace to all my people who I ain't making here
My heart broke
Bitch
My blood cold
Fuck police, bitch
I keep a loaded gun on me
Don't come close
You're going to get smoked by my little homies
Get on your ass, broad day
This shit ain't never over
Hot winters
Cold summers
Fake love
Real loyalty
Streets washed up
How we about to get rich
I never seen no button busting out of Cullinan
I seen my nigga switch
Time to hit him with that switch
Better pay attention
Don't get set up by that bitch
Allah forgive me for my sins
Firebomb the opps crib
We just killed somebody's kids, nigga
Ain't going to lie about it
them loses you be taking minor
Wouldn't cry about it
I really don't like talking about my hood
I'd die about it
I need my hoes grown
Can't be acting shy about it
You going to eat it up or what
Ain't going to lie about it
them loses you be taking minor
Wouldn't cry about it
I really don't like talking about my hood
I'd die about it
I need my hoes grown
Can't be acting shy about it
You going to eat it up or what