20 Min
Free Nas got booked for the PD, smoking on Rippy, got put on the TV
Nigga Ran with the grip when he see me
Louie hop out, twist his hair like a Fiji
In the spot, yellin' every o shot
We catch a o, he get punched and it's hot
Boxin' a V, smokin' Rippy, I'm hot
Roll up the window, I'm runnin' it hot
Box in my door, got the gun, got my secondary
Mr. Hang out the window, he legendary
Fuck a week, we gon' build through the cemetery
She said, when you go get him, he said, never worry
Fanny pack, but it's not for the fashion
Up this chop and I do it with passion
J.Grip got pep, we was laughin'
Been through the rain, when they see us, they dashin'
And I'm just a man on a mission
I don't hear what you sayin', nigga, I ain't with it
From where we get straight down to business
I play against the opps, I'm ready for my test
It's like, when is the first one to hit him
If I leave the village, just know I can lift him
I'm a toy setter, it's a snippet
And I shoot to kill, nigga, that's the deal
Against him, baby, I can't love him
I'm allergic to cops, so how can I cuff him
The most I can do is just touch him
I know how you like it, poor head, when I fuck
But after that, we cannot cuddle
Because I'm in the streets, baby, I can't trust him
So after that, I cannot cuddle
Because I'm in the streets, baby, I can't trust him
We can talk about drugs, but I stole a lot
We can talk about streets, but they know I told a lot
I had to get it on my own facts
Had fucks in the school, now back to where it's supposed to be
Don't you let me follow you, you stole a lot
4-4, holdin' fists on daddy, he stole a lot
I be lyin' when they broke guys
3-0-0-7, put it on my own facts
I'm clean, I got books for the PD
Smokin' on Rippy, got put on the TV
Nigga red with the grip when he see me
Louie hop out, twist his head like a Fiji
In the spot, yellin' every old shot
We catch all, he get punched in the slot
Boxin' the V, smokin' Rippy, I'm hot
Roll up the window, I'm runnin', I'm hot
Box if I don't, got the gun, got my secondary
Mr. Hang out the window, he legendary
Fuck a whip, we gon' rip through the cemetery
She said, when you gon' do it
He said, never worry
Fendi pack, but it's not for the fashion
Up this chop, and I do it with passion
J-Rip got pap, we was laughin'
Been through the rain, when they see us, they passion
Grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, boom
Niggas know who it is, that's AJ, nigga
Suck my dick
Sucks my dick
Sucks my dick
Sucks my dick
Nigga Ran with the grip when he see me
Louie hop out, twist his hair like a Fiji
In the spot, yellin' every o shot
We catch a o, he get punched and it's hot
Boxin' a V, smokin' Rippy, I'm hot
Roll up the window, I'm runnin' it hot
Box in my door, got the gun, got my secondary
Mr. Hang out the window, he legendary
Fuck a week, we gon' build through the cemetery
She said, when you go get him, he said, never worry
Fanny pack, but it's not for the fashion
Up this chop and I do it with passion
J.Grip got pep, we was laughin'
Been through the rain, when they see us, they dashin'
And I'm just a man on a mission
I don't hear what you sayin', nigga, I ain't with it
From where we get straight down to business
I play against the opps, I'm ready for my test
It's like, when is the first one to hit him
If I leave the village, just know I can lift him
I'm a toy setter, it's a snippet
And I shoot to kill, nigga, that's the deal
Against him, baby, I can't love him
I'm allergic to cops, so how can I cuff him
The most I can do is just touch him
I know how you like it, poor head, when I fuck
But after that, we cannot cuddle
Because I'm in the streets, baby, I can't trust him
So after that, I cannot cuddle
Because I'm in the streets, baby, I can't trust him
We can talk about drugs, but I stole a lot
We can talk about streets, but they know I told a lot
I had to get it on my own facts
Had fucks in the school, now back to where it's supposed to be
Don't you let me follow you, you stole a lot
4-4, holdin' fists on daddy, he stole a lot
I be lyin' when they broke guys
3-0-0-7, put it on my own facts
I'm clean, I got books for the PD
Smokin' on Rippy, got put on the TV
Nigga red with the grip when he see me
Louie hop out, twist his head like a Fiji
In the spot, yellin' every old shot
We catch all, he get punched in the slot
Boxin' the V, smokin' Rippy, I'm hot
Roll up the window, I'm runnin', I'm hot
Box if I don't, got the gun, got my secondary
Mr. Hang out the window, he legendary
Fuck a whip, we gon' rip through the cemetery
She said, when you gon' do it
He said, never worry
Fendi pack, but it's not for the fashion
Up this chop, and I do it with passion
J-Rip got pap, we was laughin'
Been through the rain, when they see us, they passion
Grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, boom
Niggas know who it is, that's AJ, nigga
Suck my dick
Sucks my dick
Sucks my dick
Sucks my dick
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Writer(s): Bobby Johnson
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