Kuttas
Ahuh, this that first tape Chyld's Plvy, BigDawgKee wazzam with it, 13th to the 17th
Money to be made, best believe a nigga clockin', (huh, huh) I run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch her ten bands and tell that hoe to go shoppin', and she buy herself some clothes (huh, huh)
And she brought me back a yoppa (ahuh)
Four-nickel givin' 20 when I'm spinnin', I be glockin', He be thinkin' he the plug, watch I snatch him out that socket
Young old head, Andy Milonakis, I be ducked off with that shtick, Out chea playin', nigga knock (boom)
Nigga, fuck you, (fuck 'em)
And the bitch that you rep on, (huh, huh)
Niggas out chea really buggin', type of shit get you stepped on
Wrapped his body up in sheets, boy them oppas, get slept on
Graduated from the streets, you niggas cap, with no gown on (cap, cap)
Hashtag your bitch the way that pussy get pound on (boaw)
All my niggas move quiet, but the guns got the sound on
Get rocked with heavy metal, boy, I'm bringin' that Osborne (ahuh)
Got them poles off Napoleon, then we spanked him off Claiborne huh
Commission on a mission, got a thing, got my head on
You lackin' out of bounds, bust your ass, boy, you dead wrong
Opp pack, now he a pack, full circle, what I said wrong?
Couple 20s round the corner, show love, no fed zone
Fuck 24s, we got bout 24 gats
My lil' cousin's 16, he got bout three or four hats
We swangin' out that scat, we swangin' in that back
Heard they trappin', well, creep around the back
Boom, sneak attack, (booya)
Nigga, know I'm out Gert Town
I fuck with that Grove too
By the Melph between the Ave, catch me in that hole too (rathole) I'm on go, pockets runnin', got dick like a hoe
I got weed, got dope, got somethin' for your nose
I'm out chea, and I'm gon' be out chea (I betcha)
2024, betcha that gon' be my year (huh) I be runnin' the streets, tryna make my ends meet (like a dawg)
From the 3 to the fuckin' 17th to the East, nigga
Money to be made, best believe a nigga clockin'
I run it myself like a quarterback option
Money to be made, best believe a nigga clockin'
I run it myself like a quarterback option
Money to be made, best believe a nigga clockin', (huh, huh) I run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch her ten bands and tell that hoe to go shoppin', and she buy herself some clothes (huh, huh)
And she brought me back a yoppa (ahuh)
Four-nickel givin' 20 when I'm spinnin', I be glockin', He be thinkin' he the plug, watch I snatch him out that socket
Young old head, Andy Milonakis, I be ducked off with that shtick, Out chea playin', nigga knock (boom)
Nigga, fuck you, (fuck 'em)
And the bitch that you rep on, (huh, huh)
Niggas out chea really buggin', type of shit get you stepped on
Wrapped his body up in sheets, boy them oppas, get slept on
Graduated from the streets, you niggas cap, with no gown on (cap, cap)
Hashtag your bitch the way that pussy get pound on (boaw)
All my niggas move quiet, but the guns got the sound on
Get rocked with heavy metal, boy, I'm bringin' that Osborne (ahuh)
Got them poles off Napoleon, then we spanked him off Claiborne huh
Commission on a mission, got a thing, got my head on
You lackin' out of bounds, bust your ass, boy, you dead wrong
Opp pack, now he a pack, full circle, what I said wrong?
Couple 20s round the corner, show love, no fed zone
Fuck 24s, we got bout 24 gats
My lil' cousin's 16, he got bout three or four hats
We swangin' out that scat, we swangin' in that back
Heard they trappin', well, creep around the back
Boom, sneak attack, (booya)
Nigga, know I'm out Gert Town
I fuck with that Grove too
By the Melph between the Ave, catch me in that hole too (rathole) I'm on go, pockets runnin', got dick like a hoe
I got weed, got dope, got somethin' for your nose
I'm out chea, and I'm gon' be out chea (I betcha)
2024, betcha that gon' be my year (huh) I be runnin' the streets, tryna make my ends meet (like a dawg)
From the 3 to the fuckin' 17th to the East, nigga
Money to be made, best believe a nigga clockin'
I run it myself like a quarterback option
Money to be made, best believe a nigga clockin'
I run it myself like a quarterback option
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Writer(s): Dejean Johnson
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