my ways (Dumb) I'm so hood, mayn, the hood love me (I'm dumb) Now er'where I go the hoe know me Still wearin' packet, we don't rock white tees Represent
ain't the banks closed down? The stores closed down, the dealerships too But we still ridin clean everythings brand new Never go broke nigga ain't nobody stressin I ain't
on my balls I can't get 'em off, So many cars in my garage I can't even ball, Ha-huh-ha-huh-huh, And we don't use cash no more, (yeah) Whatchu use is
my fault Ok then I'll go It's better to know Now there's nobody to argue with Cause I'm not home Don't care who you're with Don't call my phone Or did
bought a bag, But Gucci don't make that, And Louie don't make that, Now I'm looking at your back, Like what the hell is that? Like man that can't be
: It ain't trickin if you got it And I got it So bad I just wanna take a shot I got it Later on in the club we get it poppin Girl I told you it ain't
my fault OK then I'll go It's better to know Now it's nobody to argue with Cause I'm not home Don't care who you're with Don't call my phone Or did you
On and off the road I'm lost on a road But survival is a must Don't know who I can trust I'm livin in a rush I don't understand the fuss My brain is
We took the 4s of the chevy and we set it on them 66 Lipstick on them rims got them rims blowing kissy They know what it is, don't know what iit is, we
wear? " We could hit the mall, that ain't really fair Pull up to the mall in a black Marciano Rollers in the trunk [? ] Clip fulla hollow they parked the car they don't
It ain't trickin if you got it And I got it So bad I just wanna take a shot I got it Later on in the club we get it poppin Girl I told you it ain't trickin
on 'em I shit on 'em You shit on 'em? I shit on 'em, now shit on em If a bitch wanna choose to holla... My phone, but I bet I won't call her But son I bet I won't
Kollossus) We took the 4s of the chevy and we set it on them 66 Lipstick on them rims got them rims blowing kissy They know what it is, don't know what