Kriss Kross
Fuck I look like hating on y'all we gone ball to we fall won't Kriss Kross on my hittas
And If da law take it all tell you false stand tall you know imma ride wit ya
Lotta niggas cap in they raps ain't a fact it's a act why you gotta lie nigga
Brodie got the mop Incase we slip and niggas try run up they gone try to slide nigga
Fuck I look like hating on y'all we gone ball to we fall won't Kriss Kross on my hittas
And If the law take it all tell you false stand tall you know imma ride wit ya
Lotta niggas cap in they raps ain't a fact it's a act why you gotta lie nigga
Brodie got da mop Incase we slip and niggas try run up they gone try to slide nigga
How you hang wit the phonys but claim that you my homie
Told my bitch just stay down won't leave you by ya lonely
Getting chased by the law man I was getting bony
Brodie said he stressed out I roll him up a dotty
Never knowing what he going threw I gotta check up on 'em
Yea you knew me back then but nigga you don't know me
I got a check on me they tryna take the best of me
Repping Southwest 52 till the death of me
Ask them bitches what's something they remember
Like what they kept of me
They gone say a whole different vibe that's why I slept wit 'em
When I'm gone I'm still on 'er mind the ain't vibe left of me
We was like Bonnie and Clyde you start failing me
Brodie stressed want a job but got a felony
Got a group I knew since a child closer than Destiny
Summer time Nike gray sweats gone have 'er sweating me
Shuffled up my cards played it right it's still in jeopardy
Nigga
Fuck I look like hating on y'all we gone ball to we fall wont Kriss Kross on my hittas
And If the law take it all tell you false stand tall you know imma ride wit ya
Lotta niggas cap in they raps ain't a fact it's a act why you gotta lie nigga
Brodie got the mop Incase we slip and niggas try run up they gone try to slide nigga
Fuck I look like hating on y'all we gone ball to we fall wont Kriss Kross on my hittas
And If the law take it all tell you false stand tall you know imma ride wit ya
Lotta niggas cap in they raps ain't a fact it's a act why you gotta lie nigga
Brodie got the mop Incase we slip and niggas try run up they gone try to slide nigga
And If da law take it all tell you false stand tall you know imma ride wit ya
Lotta niggas cap in they raps ain't a fact it's a act why you gotta lie nigga
Brodie got the mop Incase we slip and niggas try run up they gone try to slide nigga
Fuck I look like hating on y'all we gone ball to we fall won't Kriss Kross on my hittas
And If the law take it all tell you false stand tall you know imma ride wit ya
Lotta niggas cap in they raps ain't a fact it's a act why you gotta lie nigga
Brodie got da mop Incase we slip and niggas try run up they gone try to slide nigga
How you hang wit the phonys but claim that you my homie
Told my bitch just stay down won't leave you by ya lonely
Getting chased by the law man I was getting bony
Brodie said he stressed out I roll him up a dotty
Never knowing what he going threw I gotta check up on 'em
Yea you knew me back then but nigga you don't know me
I got a check on me they tryna take the best of me
Repping Southwest 52 till the death of me
Ask them bitches what's something they remember
Like what they kept of me
They gone say a whole different vibe that's why I slept wit 'em
When I'm gone I'm still on 'er mind the ain't vibe left of me
We was like Bonnie and Clyde you start failing me
Brodie stressed want a job but got a felony
Got a group I knew since a child closer than Destiny
Summer time Nike gray sweats gone have 'er sweating me
Shuffled up my cards played it right it's still in jeopardy
Nigga
Fuck I look like hating on y'all we gone ball to we fall wont Kriss Kross on my hittas
And If the law take it all tell you false stand tall you know imma ride wit ya
Lotta niggas cap in they raps ain't a fact it's a act why you gotta lie nigga
Brodie got the mop Incase we slip and niggas try run up they gone try to slide nigga
Fuck I look like hating on y'all we gone ball to we fall wont Kriss Kross on my hittas
And If the law take it all tell you false stand tall you know imma ride wit ya
Lotta niggas cap in they raps ain't a fact it's a act why you gotta lie nigga
Brodie got the mop Incase we slip and niggas try run up they gone try to slide nigga
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Writer(s): Daniel Royals
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