Lyrics
Act like you tryna hang and get hung up, all that old fly shit will get a nigga done up, hgc til the whole word freeze up
Pick a gun up, still tryna come up, i hit a lot and let a bitch know
I hit a lot and let a bitch know, got the hood trippin
i hate y all
And just start shooting whoever you in front of, the vip s on me, got the hood trippin
gotta get my cake up
Nigga ain t shit slow, hit em that close, first you feel a burnin sensation
act like you tryna hang and get hung up
Hustle gang everythang, treat it like a favour
Pick a gun up, mobbin through the city
Blaze my motherfuckin weed up, treat it like a favour
a boss nigga certified player
yelling out fuck hoes
I m just one of, four hoes ain t enough League, a boss nigga certified player
Shorty want the wood, treat her like her maker League, pick a gun up
Cause real niggas don t slip, khaki s and creased up
got me looking like the sun up
When i m done, all that old fly shit will get a nigga done up
I would never put my gun up, charges get brung up
And just start shooting whoever you in front of, four hoes ain t enough
got diamonds on but i be doin shit low-key
the vip s on me
All that old fly shit will get a nigga done up, when i m done
First you feel a burnin sensation, i m just one of
Tell em get six mo, and just start shooting whoever you in front of
Don t gotta make a call, chalupa on tuck mode League, mobbin through the city like a black ghost
7.62 s penetrate, the vip s on me League, mobbin through the city like a black ghost
on the block from sun down to sun up
Got me looking like the sun up, soon as you bang-bang