No Chorus Pt. 12 (feat. Tay Keith)
Them niggas get the fuck down
Right mothafuckin' now
Told 'em to get the fuck down
Right mothafuckin' now
Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size
I get the ass like a car ride
She taller than me and got nice thighs
I bend her over to my side (yo)
My drug dealer said that the price rised
Now it's no more Mr. nice guy (yo)
I set that boy up about four times
I hit the man with the clothes line (yeah)
Fuck 12 all my niggas just duck 12
12 guage make a nigga taste buck shells
Three times four niggas that's twelve
I can't trust these niggas they singin' like maxwell
Back in the days I had me a nextell
Fuck on your bitch in a neck well
When you get the green without a yard sale
They sayin' you move weight like a barbell (that's deep)
Smokin' on gas OG
Three for the 10 buyin' ass nigga you too cheap
They say they didn't want me in memphis in may
Well I'm in this bitch I got drake in the jeep
No cap I got drake in the jeep
He like to ride under my seat
I got a bitch named keiana, she work at le bouhner
She go get my money for me
I heard the opps talkin' everyday
But it feel like these niggas runnin' from me
Yesterday I spent 'bout 200k
Nigga like it was nothing to me
I count that money to sleep (yeah)
Let's load up them glocks and have fun for a week
That bitch got ass, it's petite
I don't know, I'm a crip, so you know I'm a c
Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size
I get the ass like a car ride
She taller than me and got nice thighs
I bend her over to my side
My drug dealer said that the price rised
Now it's no more Mr. nice guy
I set that boy up about four times
I hit the man with the clothes line
All this fooey as Louis Burberry and Gucci
Lil' nigga your clothes lyin'
I hit your bitch from the back
And I smack on her booty
Now that means your hoe mine
He got a fresh fade from Matt bands
Put a hole in head he got no line
He got a scholarship from St. France
Add another one now he got no mind
Don't shake hands with the opps, bitch we ain't with the partnerships
Nine to his head Igoudala shit
I'm on a yacht with a nigga named Andre
You could say this Igoudala ship
I need a bitch that look some like Beyonce
But she gotta have Rihanna hips
I'm 'bout that action no verb, I say just one word
And you'll see 100 crips
I'm a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson
I got so many bitches, can run a marathon
Quit all that Instagram cappin' you don't really carry guns
And that lil' hoe that you lovin'
That's the bitch we sharin' on (nigga)
Late night creep, I been searching for 'em for a week
I found his ID, I'ma kill that nigga where he sleep
This a IG, bitch I be thuggin' hard in the streets
I saw a young nigga lose his heart in the streets
The nigga shot your nigga in the car that was me
That was me, that was me
Search for 'bout 5 days
Shoot with two hands not sideways
You on that gunplay
Doo-doo-doo-doin' what that gun say
Leave a man dead in his driveway
Mean muggin' the shit this that I play
Hop on him first that's what I say
Can't let today be my die day
Hop of that porch with a glock like it's Friday
Nah I ain't Craig
I'm walking 'round this bitch like I'm debo
I'ma put the gun to his head, make him get low
They gas a nigga up at the citgo
A nigga got the ups
'Cause the truck that we got is a rental
30 on me hangin' out long like a limo
Fuck your baby daddy and his weak ass demo
Call up the plug and tell him to send more
(I need that shit now nigga)
Crips on the left side (lots)
Bloods on the right side
These niggas hoes they play in the middle
But we know them bitches ain't gon' ride
I got a bitch, she straight out the west
But I'm 'bout to show her the eastside
Gang unit constantly asking these questions
But I cannot show y'all my C side (no talkin')
I plead the fifth but I'm three quiet (yup)
Fuck wrong with these guys
I keep the strap in my car when I go to court
Police see me, I throw peace signs
A lot of opps niggas sayin' they gon' get rich
Well lil' bitch just keep tryin'
Why the opps niggas be up on bitch shit
I don't know why them bitches keep dying
On crip
Them niggas get the fuck down
Right mothafuckin' now
Told 'em to get the fuck down
Right mothafuckin' now
Right mothafuckin' now
Told 'em to get the fuck down
Right mothafuckin' now
Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size
I get the ass like a car ride
She taller than me and got nice thighs
I bend her over to my side (yo)
My drug dealer said that the price rised
Now it's no more Mr. nice guy (yo)
I set that boy up about four times
I hit the man with the clothes line (yeah)
Fuck 12 all my niggas just duck 12
12 guage make a nigga taste buck shells
Three times four niggas that's twelve
I can't trust these niggas they singin' like maxwell
Back in the days I had me a nextell
Fuck on your bitch in a neck well
When you get the green without a yard sale
They sayin' you move weight like a barbell (that's deep)
Smokin' on gas OG
Three for the 10 buyin' ass nigga you too cheap
They say they didn't want me in memphis in may
Well I'm in this bitch I got drake in the jeep
No cap I got drake in the jeep
He like to ride under my seat
I got a bitch named keiana, she work at le bouhner
She go get my money for me
I heard the opps talkin' everyday
But it feel like these niggas runnin' from me
Yesterday I spent 'bout 200k
Nigga like it was nothing to me
I count that money to sleep (yeah)
Let's load up them glocks and have fun for a week
That bitch got ass, it's petite
I don't know, I'm a crip, so you know I'm a c
Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size
I get the ass like a car ride
She taller than me and got nice thighs
I bend her over to my side
My drug dealer said that the price rised
Now it's no more Mr. nice guy
I set that boy up about four times
I hit the man with the clothes line
All this fooey as Louis Burberry and Gucci
Lil' nigga your clothes lyin'
I hit your bitch from the back
And I smack on her booty
Now that means your hoe mine
He got a fresh fade from Matt bands
Put a hole in head he got no line
He got a scholarship from St. France
Add another one now he got no mind
Don't shake hands with the opps, bitch we ain't with the partnerships
Nine to his head Igoudala shit
I'm on a yacht with a nigga named Andre
You could say this Igoudala ship
I need a bitch that look some like Beyonce
But she gotta have Rihanna hips
I'm 'bout that action no verb, I say just one word
And you'll see 100 crips
I'm a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson
I got so many bitches, can run a marathon
Quit all that Instagram cappin' you don't really carry guns
And that lil' hoe that you lovin'
That's the bitch we sharin' on (nigga)
Late night creep, I been searching for 'em for a week
I found his ID, I'ma kill that nigga where he sleep
This a IG, bitch I be thuggin' hard in the streets
I saw a young nigga lose his heart in the streets
The nigga shot your nigga in the car that was me
That was me, that was me
Search for 'bout 5 days
Shoot with two hands not sideways
You on that gunplay
Doo-doo-doo-doin' what that gun say
Leave a man dead in his driveway
Mean muggin' the shit this that I play
Hop on him first that's what I say
Can't let today be my die day
Hop of that porch with a glock like it's Friday
Nah I ain't Craig
I'm walking 'round this bitch like I'm debo
I'ma put the gun to his head, make him get low
They gas a nigga up at the citgo
A nigga got the ups
'Cause the truck that we got is a rental
30 on me hangin' out long like a limo
Fuck your baby daddy and his weak ass demo
Call up the plug and tell him to send more
(I need that shit now nigga)
Crips on the left side (lots)
Bloods on the right side
These niggas hoes they play in the middle
But we know them bitches ain't gon' ride
I got a bitch, she straight out the west
But I'm 'bout to show her the eastside
Gang unit constantly asking these questions
But I cannot show y'all my C side (no talkin')
I plead the fifth but I'm three quiet (yup)
Fuck wrong with these guys
I keep the strap in my car when I go to court
Police see me, I throw peace signs
A lot of opps niggas sayin' they gon' get rich
Well lil' bitch just keep tryin'
Why the opps niggas be up on bitch shit
I don't know why them bitches keep dying
On crip
Them niggas get the fuck down
Right mothafuckin' now
Told 'em to get the fuck down
Right mothafuckin' now
Credits
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, James Lee Baker
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