2022
Yeah
Shorty G
Twenty-two
Ya'll know the vibes
We.ae the movement
I was trappin in my neighborhood
Smokin green cush
Had a peanut Butter seven nine and gave it to lil bro
I'm just glad that the OG's from the the 9 is still breathing
Twenty years plus strong
And my niggas still eating
Thought I lost my nigga to a dice game
Grim Reaper damn near crept
When he reached for his point they put 2 to his neck
Fuck it I'm strapped up to the tier
Enough to take navy pier
I got post-traumatic stress from all my niggas I lost this year
I was elbow with shot callers no need to go further
Came across a lot drug dealers that had time for murder
Fuck it it's black brown it doesn't matter
They just gather us like cattle
Stick us anywhere they can have us
Ready to light up like a candle
Everybody a killer till he get a shot
Broadcasting shit knowing he ain't not
I might shoot my shot with watcha call em
And you know she goblin
I'm gon dick her down
And never call her
She be runnin from it's a water facet
We not the same lil nigga
I done climbed out the dirt
Knock the dust off my fur
Put my stamp on this Earth
I pop hoes not percs
I get money off da chirp
I get bubbly on da curv
Rio watchin over us
Only mom do I trust
Michael Jackson with the glove
I get nasty with ya bruh
Knock da smile off ya mugg
Man this money ain't enough
Man it up there it's stuck there
You like it I love it
Cause I'm gonna get it
My foot to the pedal
We toting extensions
The sky is the limit
We flexin dem bezzels
We off of restrictions
We blowing that spinach
And stay in them trenches
We chasin dem billions
Gon stick to the mission
Got unfinished business
I'm killing dis shit gonna kill again in the morning
Kept my foot on niggas neck so they don't try to run up on me
I be busten em down
They thick and curvy fuck em cause they horny
And if your nuts swell up inside your neck better bring an army
It's up there stuck
Man it's up
You want pressure applied its
Get in my business I'll make you famous
Man it's Duncan Hines for lunch
You niggas sweet
Your moma should've named your ass hawaiian punch
You say my mans is weak
But I ain't seen none of yall rabbits jump
Ya'll is chumps
We got blowers real Gs from da Rak
I got shorty's put in da work for some weed and a pack
Man I come from an era
Where sippin lean a get you jack
And I ain't poppin no perks
But the hammers go back
We gone clap
I know niggas that told on niggas over turf
I know niggas that flip black pancakes for some work
I don see killas locked up and get extorted
I know niggas that write to 50 bitches just to feel important
Put my foot on the gas I'm right on they ass
I'm not letting up I'm straight to da bag
I ran it up fast
You niggas is garbage
You should be glad I took out the trash
Cuz every time I get on the mic I run up that tab
Me and King go mad
You like it I love it
Cause I'm gonna get it
My foot to the pedal
We toting extensions
The sky is the limit
We flexin dem bezzels
We off of restrictions
We blowing that spinach
And stay in them trenches
We chasin dem billions
Gon stick to the mission
Got unfinished business
I'm killing this shit gonna kill again in the morning
Keep my foot on niggas neck so they don't try to run up on me
I be busten em down
They thick and curvy fuck em cause they horny
And if your nuts swell up inside your neck better bring an army
It's up there stuck
Shorty G
Twenty-two
Ya'll know the vibes
We.ae the movement
I was trappin in my neighborhood
Smokin green cush
Had a peanut Butter seven nine and gave it to lil bro
I'm just glad that the OG's from the the 9 is still breathing
Twenty years plus strong
And my niggas still eating
Thought I lost my nigga to a dice game
Grim Reaper damn near crept
When he reached for his point they put 2 to his neck
Fuck it I'm strapped up to the tier
Enough to take navy pier
I got post-traumatic stress from all my niggas I lost this year
I was elbow with shot callers no need to go further
Came across a lot drug dealers that had time for murder
Fuck it it's black brown it doesn't matter
They just gather us like cattle
Stick us anywhere they can have us
Ready to light up like a candle
Everybody a killer till he get a shot
Broadcasting shit knowing he ain't not
I might shoot my shot with watcha call em
And you know she goblin
I'm gon dick her down
And never call her
She be runnin from it's a water facet
We not the same lil nigga
I done climbed out the dirt
Knock the dust off my fur
Put my stamp on this Earth
I pop hoes not percs
I get money off da chirp
I get bubbly on da curv
Rio watchin over us
Only mom do I trust
Michael Jackson with the glove
I get nasty with ya bruh
Knock da smile off ya mugg
Man this money ain't enough
Man it up there it's stuck there
You like it I love it
Cause I'm gonna get it
My foot to the pedal
We toting extensions
The sky is the limit
We flexin dem bezzels
We off of restrictions
We blowing that spinach
And stay in them trenches
We chasin dem billions
Gon stick to the mission
Got unfinished business
I'm killing dis shit gonna kill again in the morning
Kept my foot on niggas neck so they don't try to run up on me
I be busten em down
They thick and curvy fuck em cause they horny
And if your nuts swell up inside your neck better bring an army
It's up there stuck
Man it's up
You want pressure applied its
Get in my business I'll make you famous
Man it's Duncan Hines for lunch
You niggas sweet
Your moma should've named your ass hawaiian punch
You say my mans is weak
But I ain't seen none of yall rabbits jump
Ya'll is chumps
We got blowers real Gs from da Rak
I got shorty's put in da work for some weed and a pack
Man I come from an era
Where sippin lean a get you jack
And I ain't poppin no perks
But the hammers go back
We gone clap
I know niggas that told on niggas over turf
I know niggas that flip black pancakes for some work
I don see killas locked up and get extorted
I know niggas that write to 50 bitches just to feel important
Put my foot on the gas I'm right on they ass
I'm not letting up I'm straight to da bag
I ran it up fast
You niggas is garbage
You should be glad I took out the trash
Cuz every time I get on the mic I run up that tab
Me and King go mad
You like it I love it
Cause I'm gonna get it
My foot to the pedal
We toting extensions
The sky is the limit
We flexin dem bezzels
We off of restrictions
We blowing that spinach
And stay in them trenches
We chasin dem billions
Gon stick to the mission
Got unfinished business
I'm killing this shit gonna kill again in the morning
Keep my foot on niggas neck so they don't try to run up on me
I be busten em down
They thick and curvy fuck em cause they horny
And if your nuts swell up inside your neck better bring an army
It's up there stuck
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Writer(s): Marvin Johnson
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