Throw It Up (Live)

This bitch was just offering me nothing I had to get up and go leave
And don't ask no one how I'm doing just know I been living the dream
Broke niggas they loud in the room my nigga but that's why I don't even speak
Bitch I'm loaded, we got different money I see vvs when I pee
We in exotic cars this shit really a different type of speed yea
Remember them times she lied to my face, like straight through her teeth
And when you find out that they cheating
It's making me sick my nigga I couldn't even eat
We got like 6 zips of the soft just watch how we turn it into a whole thing
Brodie just gave me them perky 5s I had to throw it up
This for the niggas who leave the crib and risk they life
You can't forget your gun
This for the bitches who holding it down in the trenches
Please don't fuck with scrubs
Before i even had money and got in my bag they weren't showing no love
Before i even had the money and got in my bag
These niggas weren't showing no love
Me and brodie in the trap, was stressed on our ass we used to go half on a dub
The streets show no love, brodie was scared had to cop him a gun
I just came back from the road i was riding with felons
And then i go home to my son Bro in the back with a stick and a drum
I pour a 4 then I pop me a tum Ain't worried about niggas
Cause we make them run These bitches they mad
I don't give a fuck I pop me a tag then I hit the club
I pop me a tab I'll see you next month Springfield glock
And we keeping it tucked Nigga come try if you stupid enough

Brodie just gave me them perky 5s i had to throw it up
This for the niggas who leave the crib and risk they life, you can't forget your gun
This for the bitches who holding it down in the trenches, please don't fuck with scrubs
Before i even had money and got in my bag they weren't showing no love



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Writer(s): Jose Depina
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