Whats Up Wit Me
You know whats up wit me
Nigga i'm stickin to the code
He got blessed when he got home
Cuz he got knocked and never told
Run up a 100 Gs
Buyin new blicky's for the bro
That boy whats hot till he got popped
Now he a hoe
Nigga's know i don't make a move
With out my brudda or my teck wit me
From county to the join
It was like the ain't wanna check on me
But now when i pull
Nigga's show love
They wanna check on me
Its probably cuz they know that i ain't broke
I got a check on me
From arizona to out in kentucky
Niggas good
I was just out in milwaukee shootin opp's
Rollin up woods
Nigga tell the truth
You really ain't bought it
If you was
That time i pistol wipped yo bro
You would of got it back in blood
Niggas scared of me
I put a new opp pack in the air
Off the liquor i get up
I better not never see you stare
You niggas off a bitch
I got it by trappin thu the mail
I hunt him down
With this new 100 round
And score like it ain't fair
You know whats up wit me
Nigga im stickin to the code
He got blessed when he got home
Cuz he got knocked and never told
Run up a 100 Gs
Buyin new blicky's for the bro
That boy whats hot till he got popped
Now he a hoe
You know whats up wit me
Nigga im stickin to the code
He got blessed when he got home
Cuz he got knocked and never told
Run up a 100 Gs
Buyin new blicky's for the bro
Thought he was cold
So i pulled up and had him froze
Nigga i'm stickin to the code
He got blessed when he got home
Cuz he got knocked and never told
Run up a 100 Gs
Buyin new blicky's for the bro
That boy whats hot till he got popped
Now he a hoe
Nigga's know i don't make a move
With out my brudda or my teck wit me
From county to the join
It was like the ain't wanna check on me
But now when i pull
Nigga's show love
They wanna check on me
Its probably cuz they know that i ain't broke
I got a check on me
From arizona to out in kentucky
Niggas good
I was just out in milwaukee shootin opp's
Rollin up woods
Nigga tell the truth
You really ain't bought it
If you was
That time i pistol wipped yo bro
You would of got it back in blood
Niggas scared of me
I put a new opp pack in the air
Off the liquor i get up
I better not never see you stare
You niggas off a bitch
I got it by trappin thu the mail
I hunt him down
With this new 100 round
And score like it ain't fair
You know whats up wit me
Nigga im stickin to the code
He got blessed when he got home
Cuz he got knocked and never told
Run up a 100 Gs
Buyin new blicky's for the bro
That boy whats hot till he got popped
Now he a hoe
You know whats up wit me
Nigga im stickin to the code
He got blessed when he got home
Cuz he got knocked and never told
Run up a 100 Gs
Buyin new blicky's for the bro
Thought he was cold
So i pulled up and had him froze
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Writer(s): Nicolas Gray
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