Through the night i smoke a wood to the face
Me & my niqqas getting money niqqas starting to hate
But (ayee) i f*ck a bitch n get head
She see them diamonds round my neck i think that shit get her wet (Bitch)
Tell me how i ain't the shit i got a foreign with tints and what i payed was a big check
Don't really got time to waste
Ain't got no love for a fake bitch get money stay out the way
I'm not in my feelings but lately i've been thinking
How the f*ck am gone get rich if i'm just home smoking (chillin)
Niqqas killing
Every day niqqas get robbed
If it ain't me who keep a weapon i'm the one who's getting shot
I keep a 30 in the glock
A fully clip we don't do stocks
Wit hollow tips i shoot this bitch no i wont miss he finna drop
Pictures cropped cause my circle getting smaller
Ion f*ck with these niqqas they ankles broke they don't ball up foreal
(Ayee) Bitch i go hard in the paint
I got a passion for paper niqqa i keep getting paid
Ain't neva needed a handout niqqa I've been self made
I got myself up off my ass & put some food on my plate
Ayee look they talking down on my name
But don't say shit to my face
I'm putting niqqas in place
17 in the glock you don't want this to your face
Its only five pounds of pressure and where you stands where you lay
(Ayee)
Through the night i smoke a wood to the face
Me & my niqqas getting money niqqas starting to hate
But (ayee) i f*ck a bitch n get head
She see them diamonds round my neck i think that shit get her wet (Bitch)
Tell me how i ain't the shit i got a foreign with tints and what i payed was a big check
Don't really got time to waste
Ain't got no love for a fake bitch get money stay out the way
J Crown - Out the Way (feat. Compa Norm) Lyrics
J Crown - Out the Way (feat. Compa Norm) Lyrics
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Through the night i smoke a wood to the face
Me & my niqqas getting money niqqas starting to hate
But (ayee) i f*ck a bitch n get head
She see them diamonds round my neck i think that shit get her wet (Bitch)
Tell me how i ain't the shit i got a foreign with tints and what i payed was a big check
Don't really got time to waste
Ain't got no love for a fake bitch get money stay out the way
I'm not in my feelings but lately i've been thinking
How the f*ck am gone get rich if i'm just home smoking (chillin)
Niqqas killing
Every day niqqas get robbed
If it ain't me who keep a weapon i'm the one who's getting shot
I keep a 30 in the glock
A fully clip we don't do stocks
Wit hollow tips i shoot this bitch no i wont miss he finna drop
Pictures cropped cause my circle getting smaller
Ion f*ck with these niqqas they ankles broke they don't ball up foreal
(Ayee) Bitch i go hard in the paint
I got a passion for paper niqqa i keep getting paid
Ain't neva needed a handout niqqa I've been self made
I got myself up off my ass & put some food on my plate
Ayee look they talking down on my name
But don't say shit to my face
I'm putting niqqas in place
17 in the glock you don't want this to your face
Its only five pounds of pressure and where you stands where you lay
(Ayee)
Through the night i smoke a wood to the face
Me & my niqqas getting money niqqas starting to hate
But (ayee) i f*ck a bitch n get head
She see them diamonds round my neck i think that shit get her wet (Bitch)
Tell me how i ain't the shit i got a foreign with tints and what i payed was a big check
Don't really got time to waste
Ain't got no love for a fake bitch get money stay out the way
Me & my niqqas getting money niqqas starting to hate
But (ayee) i f*ck a bitch n get head
She see them diamonds round my neck i think that shit get her wet (Bitch)
Tell me how i ain't the shit i got a foreign with tints and what i payed was a big check
Don't really got time to waste
Ain't got no love for a fake bitch get money stay out the way
I'm not in my feelings but lately i've been thinking
How the f*ck am gone get rich if i'm just home smoking (chillin)
Niqqas killing
Every day niqqas get robbed
If it ain't me who keep a weapon i'm the one who's getting shot
I keep a 30 in the glock
A fully clip we don't do stocks
Wit hollow tips i shoot this bitch no i wont miss he finna drop
Pictures cropped cause my circle getting smaller
Ion f*ck with these niqqas they ankles broke they don't ball up foreal
(Ayee) Bitch i go hard in the paint
I got a passion for paper niqqa i keep getting paid
Ain't neva needed a handout niqqa I've been self made
I got myself up off my ass & put some food on my plate
Ayee look they talking down on my name
But don't say shit to my face
I'm putting niqqas in place
17 in the glock you don't want this to your face
Its only five pounds of pressure and where you stands where you lay
(Ayee)
Through the night i smoke a wood to the face
Me & my niqqas getting money niqqas starting to hate
But (ayee) i f*ck a bitch n get head
She see them diamonds round my neck i think that shit get her wet (Bitch)
Tell me how i ain't the shit i got a foreign with tints and what i payed was a big check
Don't really got time to waste
Ain't got no love for a fake bitch get money stay out the way
Writer: Jesus Martinez
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