Slidin' through the city 1-Deep I'm under city lights
Sometimes you gotta make mistakes but you bound to get it right
Took a jab at it now a nigga been livin' life
I don't know I reached my potential I guess I'm seein heights
Niggas move with sticks where I'm from I gotta keep a bliCk
7-6-2's in this bitch I'm tryna sneak a Vick
I'm patient with the shit that I'm on we on some hotter shit
Rockin' Balmains drippin' on niggas I got a lot of fits
Gucci Fendi and Prada my mama say she proud of this
That's all I ever wanted no cap with some acknowledgement
I'm on my shit niggas throwin' curves that nigga been a snitch
The love artificial if it ain't come with no benefits
Ain't no pressure nigga playin' with mine I'm a stretch him
I'm rockin' flops Jordan socks and a Glock it's really level
I ain't f*cked up about losing no friends them niggas devils
Manifested gettin' evil from around me I'm doin' better
I'm servin' swervin' on the interstate yeah I been gettin' cake
Friends change like the seasons gotta let em' menstrate
Everybody swear they real you a bitch you been fake
Half the niggas that call you bro them niggas really snakes
Over here where I'm at bitch we boolin' gettin' racks
F*ck a hater let em' watch I bet a dub them niggas lack
Two dope coupes smokin' gas but I'm tryna cop a Jag when
I'm possessed why you mad I can't help I'm in my bag
Say some niggas superficial daily grind keep a pistol
Never know how niggas feel niggas snakes they out to get you
Watch the front I play at the back
Bro was sitting on them racks
We pulled up flexing on them swanging something' flippin' lac
Trunk crack top back f*ck the haters where they at
Ain't no way in hell nigga that I ain't really in my bag
38 servin' plays I got a lot of niggas mad
Tell them niggas eat a dick bitch I been running up them racks hey
4-matic thugging in a Benz chasing money nigga f*ck a friend
Slide somethin' pullin' up dumping big smoke blowing in the wind
Seen a lot ain't have to see the pen hood tales look at where I been
Fact is I ain't never snitched can't speak on niggas that did
I made it to a place that niggas hate I'm eating good food been on my plate
Still holding side molding good on the interstate pushin' hella weight
Copped a blicky niggas in the way learned lessons had to play it safe
Smoking gas pushing through the state I'm flying high miss my nigga J
I'm servin' swervin' on the interstate yeah I been gettin' cake
Friends change like the seasons gotta let em' menstrate
Everybody swear they real you a bitch you been fake
Half the niggas that call you bro them niggas really snakes
Over here where I'm at bitch we boolin' gettin' racks
F*ck a hater let em' watch I bet a dub them niggas lack
Two dope coupes smokin' gas but I'm tryna cop a Jag when
I'm possessed why you mad I can't help I'm in my bag
Braigwood Jizzle - 38 Intro Lyrics
Braigwood Jizzle - 38 Intro Lyrics
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Slidin' through the city 1-Deep I'm under city lights
Sometimes you gotta make mistakes but you bound to get it right
Took a jab at it now a nigga been livin' life
I don't know I reached my potential I guess I'm seein heights
Niggas move with sticks where I'm from I gotta keep a bliCk
7-6-2's in this bitch I'm tryna sneak a Vick
I'm patient with the shit that I'm on we on some hotter shit
Rockin' Balmains drippin' on niggas I got a lot of fits
Gucci Fendi and Prada my mama say she proud of this
That's all I ever wanted no cap with some acknowledgement
I'm on my shit niggas throwin' curves that nigga been a snitch
The love artificial if it ain't come with no benefits
Ain't no pressure nigga playin' with mine I'm a stretch him
I'm rockin' flops Jordan socks and a Glock it's really level
I ain't f*cked up about losing no friends them niggas devils
Manifested gettin' evil from around me I'm doin' better
I'm servin' swervin' on the interstate yeah I been gettin' cake
Friends change like the seasons gotta let em' menstrate
Everybody swear they real you a bitch you been fake
Half the niggas that call you bro them niggas really snakes
Over here where I'm at bitch we boolin' gettin' racks
F*ck a hater let em' watch I bet a dub them niggas lack
Two dope coupes smokin' gas but I'm tryna cop a Jag when
I'm possessed why you mad I can't help I'm in my bag
Say some niggas superficial daily grind keep a pistol
Never know how niggas feel niggas snakes they out to get you
Watch the front I play at the back
Bro was sitting on them racks
We pulled up flexing on them swanging something' flippin' lac
Trunk crack top back f*ck the haters where they at
Ain't no way in hell nigga that I ain't really in my bag
38 servin' plays I got a lot of niggas mad
Tell them niggas eat a dick bitch I been running up them racks hey
4-matic thugging in a Benz chasing money nigga f*ck a friend
Slide somethin' pullin' up dumping big smoke blowing in the wind
Seen a lot ain't have to see the pen hood tales look at where I been
Fact is I ain't never snitched can't speak on niggas that did
I made it to a place that niggas hate I'm eating good food been on my plate
Still holding side molding good on the interstate pushin' hella weight
Copped a blicky niggas in the way learned lessons had to play it safe
Smoking gas pushing through the state I'm flying high miss my nigga J
I'm servin' swervin' on the interstate yeah I been gettin' cake
Friends change like the seasons gotta let em' menstrate
Everybody swear they real you a bitch you been fake
Half the niggas that call you bro them niggas really snakes
Over here where I'm at bitch we boolin' gettin' racks
F*ck a hater let em' watch I bet a dub them niggas lack
Two dope coupes smokin' gas but I'm tryna cop a Jag when
I'm possessed why you mad I can't help I'm in my bag
Sometimes you gotta make mistakes but you bound to get it right
Took a jab at it now a nigga been livin' life
I don't know I reached my potential I guess I'm seein heights
Niggas move with sticks where I'm from I gotta keep a bliCk
7-6-2's in this bitch I'm tryna sneak a Vick
I'm patient with the shit that I'm on we on some hotter shit
Rockin' Balmains drippin' on niggas I got a lot of fits
Gucci Fendi and Prada my mama say she proud of this
That's all I ever wanted no cap with some acknowledgement
I'm on my shit niggas throwin' curves that nigga been a snitch
The love artificial if it ain't come with no benefits
Ain't no pressure nigga playin' with mine I'm a stretch him
I'm rockin' flops Jordan socks and a Glock it's really level
I ain't f*cked up about losing no friends them niggas devils
Manifested gettin' evil from around me I'm doin' better
I'm servin' swervin' on the interstate yeah I been gettin' cake
Friends change like the seasons gotta let em' menstrate
Everybody swear they real you a bitch you been fake
Half the niggas that call you bro them niggas really snakes
Over here where I'm at bitch we boolin' gettin' racks
F*ck a hater let em' watch I bet a dub them niggas lack
Two dope coupes smokin' gas but I'm tryna cop a Jag when
I'm possessed why you mad I can't help I'm in my bag
Say some niggas superficial daily grind keep a pistol
Never know how niggas feel niggas snakes they out to get you
Watch the front I play at the back
Bro was sitting on them racks
We pulled up flexing on them swanging something' flippin' lac
Trunk crack top back f*ck the haters where they at
Ain't no way in hell nigga that I ain't really in my bag
38 servin' plays I got a lot of niggas mad
Tell them niggas eat a dick bitch I been running up them racks hey
4-matic thugging in a Benz chasing money nigga f*ck a friend
Slide somethin' pullin' up dumping big smoke blowing in the wind
Seen a lot ain't have to see the pen hood tales look at where I been
Fact is I ain't never snitched can't speak on niggas that did
I made it to a place that niggas hate I'm eating good food been on my plate
Still holding side molding good on the interstate pushin' hella weight
Copped a blicky niggas in the way learned lessons had to play it safe
Smoking gas pushing through the state I'm flying high miss my nigga J
I'm servin' swervin' on the interstate yeah I been gettin' cake
Friends change like the seasons gotta let em' menstrate
Everybody swear they real you a bitch you been fake
Half the niggas that call you bro them niggas really snakes
Over here where I'm at bitch we boolin' gettin' racks
F*ck a hater let em' watch I bet a dub them niggas lack
Two dope coupes smokin' gas but I'm tryna cop a Jag when
I'm possessed why you mad I can't help I'm in my bag
Writer: K Smith
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