In The Mix
Damn jam, this shit a vide
Hawk you going crazy, play this shit
Yea, they know what we on foe
Free all my grimes that's doing time nigga
JD you stay on my mind nigga
Thinwin and D-West y'all forever my grime nigga
Long live Pimp and long live YLD
Nigga talking this and that
Just stand on that, when you see me g
Nigga know I keep the heat
In the streets that's where I be
Way before I made a song
I been a lil goon to the streets
Heard he talk behind my back
So I'm trying to face em
Treat them niggas like some 'pencils
We just gone erase em
I noticed that them niggas jealous
I'm a star in the making
But fuck that shit I been a star
Since I was a fucking baby
So why you niggas hating?
Fuck all that talking gangsta
Nigga show me some
All these pistols with me
Let's bang it out, bitch ain't no one on one
Don't swing around this way
Cause shit get ugly, it ain't never fun
She like, why you be so mad?
Don't ask no questions, I'm my daddy son
Lil bitch, I stay with the stick
If I don't zip em by myself
Than I just might send a blizz
Heard a nigga talking this and that
But he ain't bout shit
Bitch I'll zip you and your clique
Stop trying to be up in the mix
You lil shaky bitch
Say grime
These niggas know how we coming everytime
Even if I had a mil
I still wouldn't drop a dime
Soon as a nigga get out his top
We gone blow his fucking mind
On grime
Hawk you going crazy, play this shit
Yea, they know what we on foe
Free all my grimes that's doing time nigga
JD you stay on my mind nigga
Thinwin and D-West y'all forever my grime nigga
Long live Pimp and long live YLD
Nigga talking this and that
Just stand on that, when you see me g
Nigga know I keep the heat
In the streets that's where I be
Way before I made a song
I been a lil goon to the streets
Heard he talk behind my back
So I'm trying to face em
Treat them niggas like some 'pencils
We just gone erase em
I noticed that them niggas jealous
I'm a star in the making
But fuck that shit I been a star
Since I was a fucking baby
So why you niggas hating?
Fuck all that talking gangsta
Nigga show me some
All these pistols with me
Let's bang it out, bitch ain't no one on one
Don't swing around this way
Cause shit get ugly, it ain't never fun
She like, why you be so mad?
Don't ask no questions, I'm my daddy son
Lil bitch, I stay with the stick
If I don't zip em by myself
Than I just might send a blizz
Heard a nigga talking this and that
But he ain't bout shit
Bitch I'll zip you and your clique
Stop trying to be up in the mix
You lil shaky bitch
Say grime
These niggas know how we coming everytime
Even if I had a mil
I still wouldn't drop a dime
Soon as a nigga get out his top
We gone blow his fucking mind
On grime
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Clark Jr.
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