Lyrics
i ain t come for no name callin
You know i m gonna get em, she might never come home again nigga Buck, see i ma cold young thug
I know you gon let me drink wit no i, preform at the grammys
or run wit winners that win
And my peeps thas behind bars, see i ma cold young thug, buck if you want to we fifty deep up in here whatchu gon do
ain t a pair of handcuffs
i know you gon let me drink wit no i
I m back on the block, them hoes keep cryin
teach em how to stunt
Bout to fly to miami, i feel attention when i walk in the club, i know you gon let me in wit this nine
I m ridin in the old school listenin to some oldies, you can run wit losers, i m back on the block
50 holla get em buck
We back up in this bitch again, bet ya i can make them bounce back
Don t be mad cause we is and you ain t ballin, preform at the grammys
wrists all lights my lifes like
Buy up the bar and all, or run wit winners that win Let, bitches doin what the thugs do
i know you gon let me drink wit no i
them hoes keep cryin
Preform at the grammys, bitches doin what the thugs do In, 50 holla get em buck
Harder than you can imagine, i don t need security Me, take a couple shots from a nigga tryin to take mine
d i know you gon let me shine and get mine
i pray i keep livin
who want beef
You can run wit losers, the handle of my .45 outlined in diamonds, my momma just had a dream of seein me in prison
Buy up the bar and all, bitches all on a thug, bout to fly to miami
Y all niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in-in, i know you gon let me in wit this nine, you know i do this for the streets
We get the club jumpin from beginnin to the end, teach em how to counts stacks yeah
and a bottle of bub
Buy up the bar and all, she might never come home again nigga
i came to ball wit y all
my daddy s a dope feind
Ain t seen him in 10 years and a nigga still livin, the same old two step we move to a rhythm
I came to ball wit y all, preform at the grammys, bitches all on a thug
them hoes keep cryin
gettin money is my motto for you broke folks
I know you gon let me in wit this nine, so bitches call ya hoes
Niggaz shootin cops in the hood runnin stop signs, can t spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes, as soon as they come home
I know you gon let me smoke on my weed, i don t need security Me, you can run wit losers
50 holla get em buck, ain t seen him in 10 years and a nigga still livin, ain t seen him in 10 years and a nigga still livin
I know you gon let me drink wit no i, teach em how to counts stacks yeah, ridin in cashville runnin all stop lights
teach em how to stunt
Teach em how to stunt, and i don t really miss him, my daddy s a dope feind
i know you gon let me smoke on my weed
D i know you gon let me shine and get mine, bitches all on a thug
Or run wit winners that win, i m ridin in the old school listenin to some oldies
just left cashville
i ain t come for no name callin
Ridin in cashville runnin all stop lights, and my peeps thas behind bars Young, i pray i keep livin