Aggression
Always had a grgression, swing through with the crew no procession
Drug my obsession, no ion need no session
Catch him down bad in his section, gotta teach that em boys a lesson
I hang wid drug dealers, I hang with them felons
Try take sum on bro, gang cracking your melon
For the one who be talking, keep me out your mention
Still I'm on a mission, to get to them figures
They gon look this way, see my pockets bigger
Homie tryna be kool, go kick rocks nigga
Like eight ball say, we couldn't chill at pool
Send bro where you live, you kno wat he gon do
Honey wood, gotta roll up a fool
In the hood, tryn get to them blues
Kick in shit, but we ion know kung fu
The grip on my side, so wat you wan do
You slipping we slide, we knocking your roof
Big 45 wat I wave in the room
Street Sweeper when he draw wid the broom
Lame ass nigga, you ain't even bout it
Glock upping that stick, knock your soul out your body
Hop out the whip, or shots out the Audi
Talk real tough, face you ain't no sorry
Counting that paper done made it a hobby
Came from the struggle, where nun but killing,
Slime wipe yo nose he ain't leaving it snotty
Get a drop on the op
Pull up rite to the spot, flood it down like it had a tsunami
Green dot, Glokk pop
Leave you sloppy
Grind for the top, just stacking the money
Tryn get to it fast, like nigga in a hurry
Since I was 11, knew this was the journey
She said that she for me her act didn't show it
Funny as hell Ian talking Mac Bernie
Gotta stay strap when u touch in bovoni
Smoking on doja, a nigga stay loaded
Bag on the plate in the night when we rolling
He gotta lil clout, in the sky he can hold it
Nuzzle to eye, gotta blow it
Always had a argression, swing thru with the crew no procession
Drug my obsession, no ion need no session
Catch him down bad in his section, gotta teach that em boys a lesson
I hang wid drug dealers, I hang with them felons
Try take sum on bro, gang cracking your melon
For the one who be talking, keep me out your mention
Still I'm on a mission, to get to them figures
They gon look this way, see my pockets bigger
Homie tryna be kool, go kick rocks nigga
Like eight ball say, we couldn't chill at pool
Send bro where you live, u kno wat he gon do
Honey wood, gotta roll up a fool
In the hood, tryn get to them blues
Kick in shit, but we ion know kung fu
The grip on my side, so wat you wan do
Drug my obsession, no ion need no session
Catch him down bad in his section, gotta teach that em boys a lesson
I hang wid drug dealers, I hang with them felons
Try take sum on bro, gang cracking your melon
For the one who be talking, keep me out your mention
Still I'm on a mission, to get to them figures
They gon look this way, see my pockets bigger
Homie tryna be kool, go kick rocks nigga
Like eight ball say, we couldn't chill at pool
Send bro where you live, you kno wat he gon do
Honey wood, gotta roll up a fool
In the hood, tryn get to them blues
Kick in shit, but we ion know kung fu
The grip on my side, so wat you wan do
You slipping we slide, we knocking your roof
Big 45 wat I wave in the room
Street Sweeper when he draw wid the broom
Lame ass nigga, you ain't even bout it
Glock upping that stick, knock your soul out your body
Hop out the whip, or shots out the Audi
Talk real tough, face you ain't no sorry
Counting that paper done made it a hobby
Came from the struggle, where nun but killing,
Slime wipe yo nose he ain't leaving it snotty
Get a drop on the op
Pull up rite to the spot, flood it down like it had a tsunami
Green dot, Glokk pop
Leave you sloppy
Grind for the top, just stacking the money
Tryn get to it fast, like nigga in a hurry
Since I was 11, knew this was the journey
She said that she for me her act didn't show it
Funny as hell Ian talking Mac Bernie
Gotta stay strap when u touch in bovoni
Smoking on doja, a nigga stay loaded
Bag on the plate in the night when we rolling
He gotta lil clout, in the sky he can hold it
Nuzzle to eye, gotta blow it
Always had a argression, swing thru with the crew no procession
Drug my obsession, no ion need no session
Catch him down bad in his section, gotta teach that em boys a lesson
I hang wid drug dealers, I hang with them felons
Try take sum on bro, gang cracking your melon
For the one who be talking, keep me out your mention
Still I'm on a mission, to get to them figures
They gon look this way, see my pockets bigger
Homie tryna be kool, go kick rocks nigga
Like eight ball say, we couldn't chill at pool
Send bro where you live, u kno wat he gon do
Honey wood, gotta roll up a fool
In the hood, tryn get to them blues
Kick in shit, but we ion know kung fu
The grip on my side, so wat you wan do
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Writer(s): Jakem George
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