I never did talk much I put in work and I'm bossed up
Have the snubnose sneeze on my sick days So either way you getting coughed up
Get a tombstone rod wave
Still tryna change out my harsh ways
Still praisin God on the hard days
I'm straight outta Brooklyn, Barclays
I gotta move like Jagger Two step with the weapon swagger
You flex you know you getting packed up See these opps smoke good with this grabba
Turn your son into a bastard hold on
Brownsville to the bush to the stuy
In Queens is where I reside
On my way to the X for a Nine (pow wow)
On cloud nine cause that Henny mix Not one or two I'm off plenty liqs
And I don't pop pills but I Remy sip With Don and Ray that's the jiggy click
You get head tap on that simmy spit
Now you dead funny for that silly shit
Nine shots like u 50 cent
Or a wheelchair
Now you really crip
I gotta move like Jagger
And you ain't no factor
Get ya shit raptured
And I promise you on your way to the top
As soon as I leverage this ladder
And I hate these niggas like the KKK
I bring the pain like I'm Damon Wayans
Nice with the hands or a razor blade
Now you getting cut like it's a game of spades
I think I'm feeling moody
I call up Gingy he gon bring the toolie I bust a dance groovy
I spin this block it's like they never knew me
If I'm with the guys sturdy
Above the rim, my Niggaz movin like Birdy
I was stirring the pot early
You on court you get shot out your jersey
I think I'm feeling moody
I call up Gingy he gon bring the toolie
I bust a dance groovy
I spin this block it's like they never knew me
If I'm with the guys sturdy
Above the rim, my Niggaz movin like Birdy
I was stirring the pot early
You on court you get shot wit your jersey
If you ain't down to spinning
What you doing with me
Hear that engineer (engine there)
Shit sound like music to me
You bought a drum so we gon use the 50 Only catch me with niggas that's shooting for me
Heard about you ain't do enough Only with this bitch them niggas super tough
With his mans then the niggas shuttin up
Got me askin like what the f*ck is up
Like why you ain't have the same energy On the net nigga when you ran into me
Now them talk about me you the enemy
And you ain't do nothing you ain't no kidding me
Killing the weak that's a sin to me You gon f*ck around and be a memory
You gon f*ck around and be history We got guidelines ain't no penalty
Start dancing that shit gon get ugly
Shoot two guns it's gon look like the Dougie
Or hit him once punch Buggy
He gon turn into a Duppy
At the funeral they driving cars
13 in the suit like we playing cards
We gon crazy if you touch one of ours
Might catch a hit and go right to the bar
And I'm pulling up with that Ruga Tuck
With some with it bitches
That'll boof a gun
Talking crazy we'll boom your son
When them shooters come
We gon see who could run
I gotta keep a toolie But trust me I ain't the only one
My bro be making movies So I had to go and get my brother one
I think I'm feeling moody
I call up Gingy he gon bring the toolie I bust a dance groovy
I spin this block it's like they never knew me
If I'm with the guys sturdy
Above the rim, my Niggaz movin like Birdy
I was stirring the pot early
You on court you get shot out your jersey
I think I'm feeling moody
I call up Gingy he gon bring the toolie I bust a dance groovy
I spin this block it's like they never knew me
If I'm with the guys sturdy
Above the rim, my Niggaz movin like Birdy
I was stirring the pot early
You on court you get shot out your jersey