Oh Tommy, you finally got your big one
If my heart is in your hands when i die
If you want my love you can not go back
Would you stay in my corner when i'm down
Would you love me?
Back to the books, open up to page seven
Back to the basics, I'm running out of patience
Tried to flex on me, had to put her on the wait list
Bad bitches on me, been that nigga since the play pits
Like Ed, Ed and Eddie, you ready?
Every time he on it spitting acid out his belly, real heavy
And we still cheffing up spaghetti
And we training like the Navy
Dare a nigga try to play me, he gone
We pitching like Satchel
They keep paging my name
So I'm back behind these bars, lighting shit up in flames
See them chatting, make me test my aim
Don't think that I forgot
I'm busy running up guap
Send a shot, bust back
Niggas hitting your pops
I could boogie on my own
Give a f*ck the standalone
It's the B-E-NZ's to the O
You f*ck niggas know
And my hitters, yeah, we been trained to go
Like f*ck it
Nigga f*ck it
And we ready to rock
I keep them ootters' right beside me
And we ready to pop
And I ain't beefing about no skeezers'
And niggas fiening for opps
But I'ma tell you, niggas better off calling the cops
OK
I'm neat or whatever
Take his bitch because I'm me or whatever
Send her back
Don't even want her need to get it together
They call me Hollywood
I probably should
Time to fall back from everything but the cheddar
Can't reach me on the phone
Need to send me a letter
Leave your name and your number
I'ma get back, never
As for the real get back, man, the get back clever
Every time we on the block, they want to hang with the fellas
And I'm, I'm a stepper
Hugging on the beat, I'm letting go
Please tell me who better
And I move better
In a two seater just me and my new Beretta
I got my coat on
I would never sweat her
Hit the highweezy, Moncleezy on
This life, it's not easy
Everybody want to be along
Yeah, I grew up with bad habits
Thought about quitting the game
But all the oppositions forfeit
Yeah, I'm that nigga if you ain't notice
Type to cut a bitch off, get a new one by the morning
Aye, aye, we be on it
Aye, we be on
Rule number one, if he can't hang with us
Then I'm damn sure he can't sang with us
Outside, we got them flames with us
So don't you ever try to play with us
Shit get more than dangerous
They can never endanger us
I think I'm moving on from smell goods
Even though it smell good
And she love me cause I smell good
If I could do it, nigga, smell could
Time to close the book, case closed
Niggas been fanned out
Trying to hop in gang picture to strike a pose
Right
Like we ain't the best
Spit it to his heart
Make him feel it through his chest
Niggas itching for respect
Damn
Why you come with disrespect?
And niggas fronting like we ain't been have our foots on niggas necks
Hello
Keep it P, nigga, please
We been in the streets
When y'all hit it, all y'all shit still weak
Niggas say the wrong words
He in this shit waist deep
And if them niggas talking bread, it triple up by the week
He can't get a real verse
That shit gonna come with a fee
Belt to ass all year
Niggas look up to me
Nah
They look up to we
Bitch, we in the South Pole
Never rocking South Pole
F*ck happened last August
Keep your mouth closed
Pussy
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Oh Tommy, you finally got your big one
If my heart is in your hands when i die
If you want my love you can not go back
Would you stay in my corner when i'm down
Would you love me?
Back to the books, open up to page seven
Back to the basics, I'm running out of patience
Tried to flex on me, had to put her on the wait list
Bad bitches on me, been that nigga since the play pits
Like Ed, Ed and Eddie, you ready?
Every time he on it spitting acid out his belly, real heavy
And we still cheffing up spaghetti
And we training like the Navy
Dare a nigga try to play me, he gone
We pitching like Satchel
They keep paging my name
So I'm back behind these bars, lighting shit up in flames
See them chatting, make me test my aim
Don't think that I forgot
I'm busy running up guap
Send a shot, bust back
Niggas hitting your pops
I could boogie on my own
Give a f*ck the standalone
It's the B-E-NZ's to the O
You f*ck niggas know
And my hitters, yeah, we been trained to go
Like f*ck it
Nigga f*ck it
And we ready to rock
I keep them ootters' right beside me
And we ready to pop
And I ain't beefing about no skeezers'
And niggas fiening for opps
But I'ma tell you, niggas better off calling the cops
OK
I'm neat or whatever
Take his bitch because I'm me or whatever
Send her back
Don't even want her need to get it together
They call me Hollywood
I probably should
Time to fall back from everything but the cheddar
Can't reach me on the phone
Need to send me a letter
Leave your name and your number
I'ma get back, never
As for the real get back, man, the get back clever
Every time we on the block, they want to hang with the fellas
And I'm, I'm a stepper
Hugging on the beat, I'm letting go
Please tell me who better
And I move better
In a two seater just me and my new Beretta
I got my coat on
I would never sweat her
Hit the highweezy, Moncleezy on
This life, it's not easy
Everybody want to be along
Yeah, I grew up with bad habits
Thought about quitting the game
But all the oppositions forfeit
Yeah, I'm that nigga if you ain't notice
Type to cut a bitch off, get a new one by the morning
Aye, aye, we be on it
Aye, we be on
Rule number one, if he can't hang with us
Then I'm damn sure he can't sang with us
Outside, we got them flames with us
So don't you ever try to play with us
Shit get more than dangerous
They can never endanger us
I think I'm moving on from smell goods
Even though it smell good
And she love me cause I smell good
If I could do it, nigga, smell could
Time to close the book, case closed
Niggas been fanned out
Trying to hop in gang picture to strike a pose
Right
Like we ain't the best
Spit it to his heart
Make him feel it through his chest
Niggas itching for respect
Damn
Why you come with disrespect?
And niggas fronting like we ain't been have our foots on niggas necks
Hello
Keep it P, nigga, please
We been in the streets
When y'all hit it, all y'all shit still weak
Niggas say the wrong words
He in this shit waist deep
And if them niggas talking bread, it triple up by the week
He can't get a real verse
That shit gonna come with a fee
Belt to ass all year
Niggas look up to me
Nah
They look up to we
Bitch, we in the South Pole
Never rocking South Pole
F*ck happened last August
Keep your mouth closed
Pussy
If my heart is in your hands when i die
If you want my love you can not go back
Would you stay in my corner when i'm down
Would you love me?
Back to the books, open up to page seven
Back to the basics, I'm running out of patience
Tried to flex on me, had to put her on the wait list
Bad bitches on me, been that nigga since the play pits
Like Ed, Ed and Eddie, you ready?
Every time he on it spitting acid out his belly, real heavy
And we still cheffing up spaghetti
And we training like the Navy
Dare a nigga try to play me, he gone
We pitching like Satchel
They keep paging my name
So I'm back behind these bars, lighting shit up in flames
See them chatting, make me test my aim
Don't think that I forgot
I'm busy running up guap
Send a shot, bust back
Niggas hitting your pops
I could boogie on my own
Give a f*ck the standalone
It's the B-E-NZ's to the O
You f*ck niggas know
And my hitters, yeah, we been trained to go
Like f*ck it
Nigga f*ck it
And we ready to rock
I keep them ootters' right beside me
And we ready to pop
And I ain't beefing about no skeezers'
And niggas fiening for opps
But I'ma tell you, niggas better off calling the cops
OK
I'm neat or whatever
Take his bitch because I'm me or whatever
Send her back
Don't even want her need to get it together
They call me Hollywood
I probably should
Time to fall back from everything but the cheddar
Can't reach me on the phone
Need to send me a letter
Leave your name and your number
I'ma get back, never
As for the real get back, man, the get back clever
Every time we on the block, they want to hang with the fellas
And I'm, I'm a stepper
Hugging on the beat, I'm letting go
Please tell me who better
And I move better
In a two seater just me and my new Beretta
I got my coat on
I would never sweat her
Hit the highweezy, Moncleezy on
This life, it's not easy
Everybody want to be along
Yeah, I grew up with bad habits
Thought about quitting the game
But all the oppositions forfeit
Yeah, I'm that nigga if you ain't notice
Type to cut a bitch off, get a new one by the morning
Aye, aye, we be on it
Aye, we be on
Rule number one, if he can't hang with us
Then I'm damn sure he can't sang with us
Outside, we got them flames with us
So don't you ever try to play with us
Shit get more than dangerous
They can never endanger us
I think I'm moving on from smell goods
Even though it smell good
And she love me cause I smell good
If I could do it, nigga, smell could
Time to close the book, case closed
Niggas been fanned out
Trying to hop in gang picture to strike a pose
Right
Like we ain't the best
Spit it to his heart
Make him feel it through his chest
Niggas itching for respect
Damn
Why you come with disrespect?
And niggas fronting like we ain't been have our foots on niggas necks
Hello
Keep it P, nigga, please
We been in the streets
When y'all hit it, all y'all shit still weak
Niggas say the wrong words
He in this shit waist deep
And if them niggas talking bread, it triple up by the week
He can't get a real verse
That shit gonna come with a fee
Belt to ass all year
Niggas look up to me
Nah
They look up to we
Bitch, we in the South Pole
Never rocking South Pole
F*ck happened last August
Keep your mouth closed
Pussy
Writer: Ha Benzo, Willie Bobo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid