Stay In Ya Place (feat. Mexico 4)
I hit the gas and go outta space
I'm already high I just smoke for the taste
Shut the fuck up when I'm talkin
Grown Man need to stay in ya place
I know a nigga who hate
I know a nigga who fake
I cut the head off a head off a snake
Run up on me its gon be a closed casket
You can get shot in the face
I'm in dis bitch wit lil foe
You know my nigga on go
Reach for my you gon die in dis bitch
Imma get booked ain't talkin no show
Pull off in a cat the tires screechin
Get hit in yo shit just for reachin
Get shot in yo shit for no reason
Spinnin yo block and I pop at ya people
Spinnin yo block in a hemi
Swangin the semi
I got the drop on a enemy
I caught him slippin
I turn a suspect to a victim
I put a nigga on Fox 6
You know we gon pop shit
Push up on yo block wit mop sticks
Know we gon drop shit
223 wit the hundred round
I'm in yo hood stompin ground
I catch a opp I run him down
I catch a opp Imma gun him down
Get stepped on like dat rerock
I do a hit in dem Reeboks
Spinnin yo block in a Regal
Hangin dat bitch out the t-tops
I hit the gas and go outta space
I'm already high I just smoke for the taste
Shut the fuck up when I'm talkin
Grown Man need to stay in ya place
I know a nigga who hate
I know a nigga who fake
I cut the head off a head off a snake
Run up on me its gon be a closed casket
You can get shot in the face
I'm in dis bitch wit lil four
You know my nigga on go
Reach for my you gon die in dis bitch
Imma get booked ain't talkin no show
Pull off in a cat the tires screechin
Get hit in yo shit just for reachin
Get shot in yo shit for no reason
Spinnin yo block and I pop at ya people
Nigga play and get shit-bagged
On the porch wit the K where I sit at
Niggas know dat I'm stamped in the city
When they drop the location
We pull up like britches
Freaky bitch act saddity
Want the mouth like a dentist
Fuck her wit these chains on
Then I gotta go go
And I ain't tryin bob but she throwin
Me all these low blows
Best believe when I leave the bitch
She comin back like a yoyo
If he say he took sum he lyin
Ain't droppin no dimes
Keep dat shit a hundred
I don made friends cut em off
They was money hungry
That shit right there no justice for me
Get em hog-tied
They can all die
No cap
When they speakin on bodies
Dats nun to me
Jumpin off the top rope so I'm all in
Me and Hardbody tryin ball like Spaulding
But fuck dat
All my niggas ball like cancer
Da da da da while I slide wit this hammer
I don't even like exotic dancer
I need a bad bitch to bend her over
While I fuck her on camera
These niggas can't see me like John Cena
I be playin round wit these racks Venus Serena
Fuck wit me I make the whole block
Shake just like a seizure
I'm a street nigga I can make fifty in these Adidas
Shell-toes
Told dat nigga we don't talk up on no cell phones
She couldn't do right so the bitch got left lone
Even if on the floor bitch I still wont get stepped on
And I nicknamed her ostrich cus she got a neck on her
Before I let em kill me I spend it on bullets
Ill rush a man shoot a can out the fully
Hall of fame shit these fuck niggas rookies
And I'm on the same shit
Fuck the fame I'll pull it
I'm already high I just smoke for the taste
Shut the fuck up when I'm talkin
Grown Man need to stay in ya place
I know a nigga who hate
I know a nigga who fake
I cut the head off a head off a snake
Run up on me its gon be a closed casket
You can get shot in the face
I'm in dis bitch wit lil foe
You know my nigga on go
Reach for my you gon die in dis bitch
Imma get booked ain't talkin no show
Pull off in a cat the tires screechin
Get hit in yo shit just for reachin
Get shot in yo shit for no reason
Spinnin yo block and I pop at ya people
Spinnin yo block in a hemi
Swangin the semi
I got the drop on a enemy
I caught him slippin
I turn a suspect to a victim
I put a nigga on Fox 6
You know we gon pop shit
Push up on yo block wit mop sticks
Know we gon drop shit
223 wit the hundred round
I'm in yo hood stompin ground
I catch a opp I run him down
I catch a opp Imma gun him down
Get stepped on like dat rerock
I do a hit in dem Reeboks
Spinnin yo block in a Regal
Hangin dat bitch out the t-tops
I hit the gas and go outta space
I'm already high I just smoke for the taste
Shut the fuck up when I'm talkin
Grown Man need to stay in ya place
I know a nigga who hate
I know a nigga who fake
I cut the head off a head off a snake
Run up on me its gon be a closed casket
You can get shot in the face
I'm in dis bitch wit lil four
You know my nigga on go
Reach for my you gon die in dis bitch
Imma get booked ain't talkin no show
Pull off in a cat the tires screechin
Get hit in yo shit just for reachin
Get shot in yo shit for no reason
Spinnin yo block and I pop at ya people
Nigga play and get shit-bagged
On the porch wit the K where I sit at
Niggas know dat I'm stamped in the city
When they drop the location
We pull up like britches
Freaky bitch act saddity
Want the mouth like a dentist
Fuck her wit these chains on
Then I gotta go go
And I ain't tryin bob but she throwin
Me all these low blows
Best believe when I leave the bitch
She comin back like a yoyo
If he say he took sum he lyin
Ain't droppin no dimes
Keep dat shit a hundred
I don made friends cut em off
They was money hungry
That shit right there no justice for me
Get em hog-tied
They can all die
No cap
When they speakin on bodies
Dats nun to me
Jumpin off the top rope so I'm all in
Me and Hardbody tryin ball like Spaulding
But fuck dat
All my niggas ball like cancer
Da da da da while I slide wit this hammer
I don't even like exotic dancer
I need a bad bitch to bend her over
While I fuck her on camera
These niggas can't see me like John Cena
I be playin round wit these racks Venus Serena
Fuck wit me I make the whole block
Shake just like a seizure
I'm a street nigga I can make fifty in these Adidas
Shell-toes
Told dat nigga we don't talk up on no cell phones
She couldn't do right so the bitch got left lone
Even if on the floor bitch I still wont get stepped on
And I nicknamed her ostrich cus she got a neck on her
Before I let em kill me I spend it on bullets
Ill rush a man shoot a can out the fully
Hall of fame shit these fuck niggas rookies
And I'm on the same shit
Fuck the fame I'll pull it
Credits
Writer(s): Rishard Bryant
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