Through the Wire
Aye
Uh
Aye, how you take that L and bounce back
Ask my dawgs we really like that
Work gone like that shit free
Might still got a pole on me
Shot his ass way from the 3
Been 97 gone head add 3
Been getting hoes fuck em by the 3
3 times 3 that's 9 on me
Bet you ain't get that last bar
Crackers told us the tint was too dark
So we went and bought a new car
It is what it is
My mama told me you get what you give
I been giving out love for years
So why the fuck I keep getting tears
I'm wiping my face with a 100 dollar bill
We handing out smoke still
You gotta come see how we live
So you can understand how we feel
Because it's too much fake
And not enough real
Turnt up with no co-sign
5'9' but I'm bout mine
Ain't change up
Still with the guys
RIP my dawgs and free the guys
She shaking ass to the bassline
I got her leg up I'm hitting from the side
That's a windmill from the baseline
Off a perc trying to realign her spine
Kam been running the game
You ain't tired
Hell nah bitch I got to get mine
Threw to many 1's in the club
So we robbed a nigga outside
My mama looked me dead in my eyes
She said Lil' Kam you lost yo mind
No I didn't
Just had to show that nigga I'm with it
And I'm Bout my business
We in the strip club
They done ran out of 100's and 50's
My dawg got a drac
That bitch came with a drum
And that bitch came with titties
And them bitches big
them bitches look Double D
Them bullets they chop threw a tree
They'll make you bleed
Please don't play with me
I'm nice but my dawg mean
And my Glock nice but my aim meaner
Choppa stain his shirt he gone need a cleaner
Clean the whole house like Stanley Steemer
Wet the whole city, Hurricane Katrina
Checkmate
His bitch wanna go on a dinner date
I told her I'd be late
Them O's On the way
Yeah, they push on the interstate
Nigga, you ain't serving no weight
Nigga, really you in the way
Went to sleep and i got paid
Just met yo bitch and i got laid
Shad drop Evil that shit cray
That shit there need a million plays
Hitting his bitch from the back
I'm pulling her sew-in
I can see her cornrows
When I get off probation
I swear to God somebody better gave me a Jay rolled
Or this shit gone go up
I just shot my shot in yo bitch dm
That shit there like a layup
Aye, but I cannot lay up
Face down ass up
She got a appetite cause she ate it up
Uh
Aye, how you take that L and bounce back
Ask my dawgs we really like that
Work gone like that shit free
Might still got a pole on me
Shot his ass way from the 3
Been 97 gone head add 3
Been getting hoes fuck em by the 3
3 times 3 that's 9 on me
Bet you ain't get that last bar
Crackers told us the tint was too dark
So we went and bought a new car
It is what it is
My mama told me you get what you give
I been giving out love for years
So why the fuck I keep getting tears
I'm wiping my face with a 100 dollar bill
We handing out smoke still
You gotta come see how we live
So you can understand how we feel
Because it's too much fake
And not enough real
Turnt up with no co-sign
5'9' but I'm bout mine
Ain't change up
Still with the guys
RIP my dawgs and free the guys
She shaking ass to the bassline
I got her leg up I'm hitting from the side
That's a windmill from the baseline
Off a perc trying to realign her spine
Kam been running the game
You ain't tired
Hell nah bitch I got to get mine
Threw to many 1's in the club
So we robbed a nigga outside
My mama looked me dead in my eyes
She said Lil' Kam you lost yo mind
No I didn't
Just had to show that nigga I'm with it
And I'm Bout my business
We in the strip club
They done ran out of 100's and 50's
My dawg got a drac
That bitch came with a drum
And that bitch came with titties
And them bitches big
them bitches look Double D
Them bullets they chop threw a tree
They'll make you bleed
Please don't play with me
I'm nice but my dawg mean
And my Glock nice but my aim meaner
Choppa stain his shirt he gone need a cleaner
Clean the whole house like Stanley Steemer
Wet the whole city, Hurricane Katrina
Checkmate
His bitch wanna go on a dinner date
I told her I'd be late
Them O's On the way
Yeah, they push on the interstate
Nigga, you ain't serving no weight
Nigga, really you in the way
Went to sleep and i got paid
Just met yo bitch and i got laid
Shad drop Evil that shit cray
That shit there need a million plays
Hitting his bitch from the back
I'm pulling her sew-in
I can see her cornrows
When I get off probation
I swear to God somebody better gave me a Jay rolled
Or this shit gone go up
I just shot my shot in yo bitch dm
That shit there like a layup
Aye, but I cannot lay up
Face down ass up
She got a appetite cause she ate it up
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Writer(s): Kameron Mckenzie
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