Die Bout It
Till a patted wagon pull up and coffles my
My pants second I'm double cup
South side hustle inside
Hustle outside I don't give a fuck
I might be up you won't get it up
You won't show dice with a deuce at me
In the club are like 30 bands
Going hard till I prove something
Going lie on him he vibes on him
Niggas lie up on it
I'm fly up on him
My lid niggas on my corner
They rap too they trap too
Pull up all day you know the roll way
With a road play bap bap you
Beat so unbrand just call me
Uptown beveling Jerry look at my
Brother's spike no talking
Bring alders on pass by your house
Symbol feeling like August
Pulling up on murder street
My uncle's clutching revolvers
Hear anything about how this feel
You play with that I'll be off it
Pull the years in rap person got in the game
All the more I'm dullin
Bitch you know I'm bulking
Lay us all late
Slip my feeling like solider
She thinking she special
Paid her told her get the step and recall it
I ain't got shit to do but cook her like I was from the jail
These niggas lying in their rhyme
You can stop pretending
My past sagging in this bitch
Don't give a fuck who feel me
And if you disrespect me nigga
You gonna have to kill me
Bitch Imma die about it
Nigga Imma die about it
I'm form where niggas get it on
We don't cry about it
You say our nigga disrespect you
Nigga write about it
I know some pussy nigga scared
Probably ripe off it
I get thrown water at the end of my show
Catch him on the rebound I wanna see if gon catch what I throw
Look 20 bands, 30 bands, 40bands, 50bands
Get 'em captured, get 'em splattered
All in traffic, bout that action
Yes - Up there, up there, up there
Did a shut up, give a fuck there
We'll come up there
Niggas from where I come up at
Taught to up that
Shoot to kill, don't discuss that
Done that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
Breath easy, this street sweeper go "Hree-hree!"
And delete people
Taking pictures all in front my car, is like dick-puller
I mean meat beater, I met your mom, you had a good life
I fuck with your dog, I don't fuck with you
As soon as that nigga went to jail you start doin shit that a busta do
You don't know how to keep it street - reason why?
You not a street nigga,
My uncle, mama, grandmother, thuggin
Grew up in the street, real street nigga
Not a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgusting
You look ugly, black, dirty, dusty, dingy
Pockets empty, mouth look like a place a toothbrush never entered
Young Get 'Em
I ain't got shit to do but cook her like I was from the jail
These niggas lying in their rhyme
You can stop pretending
My past sagging in this bitch
Don't give a fuck who feel me
And if you disrespect me nigga
You gonna have to kill me
Bitch Imma die about it
Nigga Imma die about it
I'm form where niggas get it on
We don't cry about it
You say our nigga disrespect you
Nigga write about it
I know some pussy nigga scared
Probably ripe off it
Me a stroke and a car by myself
You know we just there holding in
Me a stroke and a car by myself
You know we just there holding in
You know nigga I was telling it was nothing
So now I say my sidling bitch
You know you whole move by yourself
I hold the entourage into yearn
That's a sign of weakness
You know a real Vic will sit back and look at niggas
That look like weakness
I ain't taking no distrust
Nigga man I'm just staying on fate
Nigga I keep the street I talk about
Nigga caught feelings
What a bitch would do
I keep her so
Just know that what you do a bitch
Go do what you want to
Use a renegade
The worst thing you can get in a nigga hard bitch
Is rejection
And the hoes love attention
You ain't got to have a pussy to be a hoe
A hoe is just somebody that want attention from another man
Nigga a lot of hoes with dicks out here
Right now you know me
Keep that thing all the way street
Nigga I'll be listening to these niggas talk my game
Grinding in shining grinding in
Kevin Gates for president all the way