CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : By Any Means

Uh, I used to be trippin' like a motherf**ker, uh
That's 'cause I ain't listen to a motherf**ker
Used to take a Crush and pour a six up in that motherf**ker
Ran it up and now I'm richer than a motherf**ker
And I'm glistenin' like a motherf**ker (Motherf**ker)
I say f**k 'em all, 'cause they don't got no love for us (They don't got no love for us)
We way up top, I don't see nobody but God above us (Uh)
Get so high, I feel like I'm in the stars
Matter fact, pull a Wraith out the garage
I just might f**k around, buy eight cars
Know it's gon' only be one I'ma drive
I'm the one who made me everything I'ma be
Chose my road like the Wizard of Oz
Pop out, I look like a blizzard, my God
Look at my neck and my wrist, oh my God
This all the sh*t I worked hard and I prayed for
Know I deserve it, that's word to Yah
Love all my fans, and that's word to y'all
Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball
Been stackin' and grindin' and stackin' and grindin' and stackin' and grindin' 'til somethin' tell me, "Herb, just ball"
Ten thousand ones in the VIP, watch it fall
Ain't gon' see only me shine, watch us all
No, I ain't here all the time, but they still show me love
So this b*t*h on my hip, watch your dawg
Ain't with that drunk sh*t, we ain't come to brawl
Aww, you know lil' bro lettin' it off
Really it took me to stop him to keep him from droppin' you
Should've just let him get off
b*t*h, I go hard in the paint, but I still'll pop out, start shootin', I'm Steph and Gasol
They tryna copy my swag but they can't keep up, they just gettin' what's left of the sauce
They like, "Damn, Swervo, what the f**k? Why you keep switchin' up?"
Ayy, I'm the king 'round this b*t*h, listen up (Listen up)
And it cost nothin' to get you hit up (Hit up)
Get a n***a crib lit up (Up)
Walk up, hit his rib and up (Up)
Two to the head, he shakin', he checkin', they want you to live, get up
That's the sh*t I live, it's nuts (It's nuts)
I'm alive 'cause I don't give a f**k (f**k)
You tryna slide, it's nothin'
I seen homicide, it's nothin', they said they outside, he stuntin'
It's 4:30 somethin', he on Live, but b*t*h, we been ridin' since one
And we gon' ride as one, we all goin' down as one
Got three thirty clips, that's a hundred
Cops had me, I ain't say nothin'
Told 'em to suck it, f**k 'em
Still in this sh*t, I ain't duckin'
Worth too many millions
Foenem say get from around here, you trippin', you buggin'
I'm just so used to thuggin'
Grip in this b*t*h, I'ma buck 'em
Up with the ball, I'ma truck 'em
I gotta ball like the Rucker
Game on the line, I'ma snug 'em, f**k 'em
Guess I'm a by-any-means type of motherf**ker