Keep Going
Kush on deck
Liquor per usual
Look
I got my bottle in my hands
Jays on holding my pants
Got the burner tho
I'm movin slow
But still doing my dance
Women in my section and they all been doing zans
I do it for the family
Royalty in my family tree
Burn good green
It kinda seem
Like bud u get from barney dreams
Call me king
Armani wings
Bulgaria things
I'm hardly seen
Posted wit the killers, dealers, niggas who ain't had a thing
Boy I keeps it dirty dirty
Styrofoam that cup is dirty
Rep the dirty grip the birdie
Disrespect me do him dirty
I come from a hustle gotta get ya grind and know ya worth
Land of hate they gave me that denied me dreams I made it work
Still got what them smokers need hit me we can make it jerk
Played the post and moved the streets
Know niggas talk and most is cheap
Gotta get the gwala tho that's just how it's gotta B
Played 4 keeps
I kept it G
No matter what I'm always me
Ain't up for the bullshit try me n ill let you see
Me, I'm bout it
We, get rowdy
Gotta couple bottles
I been lookin for a model and my pockets ain't hurtin
I got it got it
Me, I'm bout it
We, Get rowdy
Got party ammunition for any nigga that's trippin
But we ain't tryin hurt nobody body
Gang life or nothin
Bang out or say nothin
Come with the tough act trust we tusslin
Lil big homie nigga ain't no bluffin
Put it on the set don't let the size fool ya
Pull up on ya one deep in my Buick
Don't want excuses when ya patna see losing
So gone get ya rest cause I'm on the way to ya
Just another day in the life that we living
We all signed up so you better be wit it
When it's all finished there are no hard feelings
Treat it like business God as my witness
Tried to let em make guess they ain't get the picture
Everybody flex til it's time for the scrimmage
We take it that far I ain't even tryna hear it
Have ya whole block pissed bitch
Neighborhood villain
Young lil nigga give you grown up issue
You a grown man gone own up nigga
Need a new plan tryna flex on a nigga
Better understand y my last name a pistol
Cause when it come to it youngin official
3rd ward bottom breed bitch I'm official
Double I
LX bitch I'm official
Better ask bout mista
Me, I'm bout it
We, get rowdy
Gotta couple bottles
I been lookin for a model and my pockets ain't hurtin
I got it, got it
Me, I'm bout it
We, get rowdy
Got party ammunition for any nigga
That's trippin but we ain't tryin hurt nobody body
Liquor per usual
Look
I got my bottle in my hands
Jays on holding my pants
Got the burner tho
I'm movin slow
But still doing my dance
Women in my section and they all been doing zans
I do it for the family
Royalty in my family tree
Burn good green
It kinda seem
Like bud u get from barney dreams
Call me king
Armani wings
Bulgaria things
I'm hardly seen
Posted wit the killers, dealers, niggas who ain't had a thing
Boy I keeps it dirty dirty
Styrofoam that cup is dirty
Rep the dirty grip the birdie
Disrespect me do him dirty
I come from a hustle gotta get ya grind and know ya worth
Land of hate they gave me that denied me dreams I made it work
Still got what them smokers need hit me we can make it jerk
Played the post and moved the streets
Know niggas talk and most is cheap
Gotta get the gwala tho that's just how it's gotta B
Played 4 keeps
I kept it G
No matter what I'm always me
Ain't up for the bullshit try me n ill let you see
Me, I'm bout it
We, get rowdy
Gotta couple bottles
I been lookin for a model and my pockets ain't hurtin
I got it got it
Me, I'm bout it
We, Get rowdy
Got party ammunition for any nigga that's trippin
But we ain't tryin hurt nobody body
Gang life or nothin
Bang out or say nothin
Come with the tough act trust we tusslin
Lil big homie nigga ain't no bluffin
Put it on the set don't let the size fool ya
Pull up on ya one deep in my Buick
Don't want excuses when ya patna see losing
So gone get ya rest cause I'm on the way to ya
Just another day in the life that we living
We all signed up so you better be wit it
When it's all finished there are no hard feelings
Treat it like business God as my witness
Tried to let em make guess they ain't get the picture
Everybody flex til it's time for the scrimmage
We take it that far I ain't even tryna hear it
Have ya whole block pissed bitch
Neighborhood villain
Young lil nigga give you grown up issue
You a grown man gone own up nigga
Need a new plan tryna flex on a nigga
Better understand y my last name a pistol
Cause when it come to it youngin official
3rd ward bottom breed bitch I'm official
Double I
LX bitch I'm official
Better ask bout mista
Me, I'm bout it
We, get rowdy
Gotta couple bottles
I been lookin for a model and my pockets ain't hurtin
I got it, got it
Me, I'm bout it
We, get rowdy
Got party ammunition for any nigga
That's trippin but we ain't tryin hurt nobody body
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Writer(s): Matthew Edward Greene
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