Bitch I'm street, real and I keep my steal
'Cause niggas try to kill since I signed that deal
They wanna trust me pull up on they block with all these Glocks and it get messy
12 get on this car bitch I'ma stretch out they won't catch me
They won't arrest me (uh)
I get loco with this 4-0
Shoot a f*ck nigga brain
He cant hang out
He ain't gang how
F*ck nigga get stained
F*ck nigga get banged
Reach for my chain
He can't hang out he a lame he a hoe
Had the bread for my bro he pillow talking to these hoes
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty he on go
In the trenches pouring fours smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, Got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling blow bitch my chain it'll glow
Think I'm a lame I'ma blow and my youngins on go
You can't hang with me if you ain't never caught a body
I was trapping since a youngin getting money was a hobby
Lil' bro just got a stick with a glizzy it got a switch on it
Put some money on your head and them killas they gonna sit on you
F*ck nigga, ain't got shit on me
F*ck you, and your big homie
Never lacking, keep them sticks on me
Your brother grave, I'll spit on it
He can't hang around he a fan he ain't gang
Get the f*ck from 'round me you a pussy you a stain
(Gang)
He can't hang out he a lame he a hoe
Had the bread for my bro he pillow talking to these hoes
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty he on go
In the trenches pouring fours smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling blow bitch my chain it'll glow
Think I'm a lame I'ma blow and my youngins on go
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Bitch I'm street, real and I keep my steal
'Cause niggas try to kill since I signed that deal
They wanna trust me pull up on they block with all these Glocks and it get messy
12 get on this car bitch I'ma stretch out they won't catch me
They won't arrest me (uh)
I get loco with this 4-0
Shoot a f*ck nigga brain
He cant hang out
He ain't gang how
F*ck nigga get stained
F*ck nigga get banged
Reach for my chain
He can't hang out he a lame he a hoe
Had the bread for my bro he pillow talking to these hoes
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty he on go
In the trenches pouring fours smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, Got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling blow bitch my chain it'll glow
Think I'm a lame I'ma blow and my youngins on go
You can't hang with me if you ain't never caught a body
I was trapping since a youngin getting money was a hobby
Lil' bro just got a stick with a glizzy it got a switch on it
Put some money on your head and them killas they gonna sit on you
F*ck nigga, ain't got shit on me
F*ck you, and your big homie
Never lacking, keep them sticks on me
Your brother grave, I'll spit on it
He can't hang around he a fan he ain't gang
Get the f*ck from 'round me you a pussy you a stain
(Gang)
He can't hang out he a lame he a hoe
Had the bread for my bro he pillow talking to these hoes
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty he on go
In the trenches pouring fours smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling blow bitch my chain it'll glow
Think I'm a lame I'ma blow and my youngins on go
'Cause niggas try to kill since I signed that deal
They wanna trust me pull up on they block with all these Glocks and it get messy
12 get on this car bitch I'ma stretch out they won't catch me
They won't arrest me (uh)
I get loco with this 4-0
Shoot a f*ck nigga brain
He cant hang out
He ain't gang how
F*ck nigga get stained
F*ck nigga get banged
Reach for my chain
He can't hang out he a lame he a hoe
Had the bread for my bro he pillow talking to these hoes
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty he on go
In the trenches pouring fours smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, Got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling blow bitch my chain it'll glow
Think I'm a lame I'ma blow and my youngins on go
You can't hang with me if you ain't never caught a body
I was trapping since a youngin getting money was a hobby
Lil' bro just got a stick with a glizzy it got a switch on it
Put some money on your head and them killas they gonna sit on you
F*ck nigga, ain't got shit on me
F*ck you, and your big homie
Never lacking, keep them sticks on me
Your brother grave, I'll spit on it
He can't hang around he a fan he ain't gang
Get the f*ck from 'round me you a pussy you a stain
(Gang)
He can't hang out he a lame he a hoe
Had the bread for my bro he pillow talking to these hoes
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty he on go
In the trenches pouring fours smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling blow bitch my chain it'll glow
Think I'm a lame I'ma blow and my youngins on go
Writer: Doodie Lo, Memo600
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Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC