CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Trio


Aye, aye, aye, sh*ttyBoyz!

Crip walking out the bank like I'm Blueface
f**k hoes I swear every b*t*h two faced
Pray to god everyday I can't lose faith
Push the pedal to the max I can't use brakes

I don't cheat I turn up when I start losing
.99 with the blick bro, a sharp shooter
Should be in a Yale, really was a smart student
But now I'm a well known stolen credit card user

n***as hate, the K next to me like L
f**k hittin' notes I can make this b*t*h yell (on god)
I done seen some sh*t I know I can't tell (shh)
I got off my ass I wasn't wishing in no well

Adam22 with it you was not shootin (No Jumper)
Sendin' shots dogs way we is not hoopin'
Really could start a empire I am not luscious
I was raised to be a winner dog I am not loosing

New stick got more kick then a sneaker-con
Ran him down I was forgot that the beam was on
Just f**ked Apple up, R.I.P Steven Jobs
AMEX burnt, finna' see what the Visa's on

b*t*h say i got drip-drip, I used to rock Mex
Its a deli grind I can't even spell rest
Hate being questioned I can't even take a test
Made a way pushing keys like I'm Beethoven
Running 24-hours I stay open
I don't want the deal if I can't sign gang on it
If my boys don't eat I won't put my name on it

b*t*h you a freak, you don't gotta lie
Beam with the scope boy this little b*t*h modified
Ain't a free throw the crack-head just shot a line

Scared of n***as im out here living like jodee
Took her to the hood she ain't never had kony
Ain't never had a big bro i looked up to tony

I just f**ked up a lodge up in a turbo scat
Tryna lift a heavy check you goin hurt yo back
Put my trust in a b*t*h and i got hurt for that
f**k you dont come back around if you turned yo back

And to my dogs I'd die for y'all
Punched a first class flight then I'm flying off
She say Tron' you talk wet the entire song
Last air bender with the chop, sendin' fire balls

Yeah I ain't goin' lie, 2 hoes I'm so scared of y'all
She dove drip and said cannonball
I ain't tryna' f**k why yo panties off
Call me D. Neutron I f**k then I'm blasting off

Cookie had me on the moon, Armstrong
Emboss god, never punched a card wrong
In the store with the slides trying not to play my cards wrong

Up the 40 and the 9er, Jerry Rice
Style let this b*t*h sing a little, Berry White
3 a.m self scan, and that's a scary sight
AF1 crackheads imma' only wear them twice

n***as say they on my head like some f**king lice
I laugh at his ass and say get a life
I love to f**k hoes, I can't get her white
Call sh*ttyboyz i ain't gonna lie, we can get you right

[n***a, get you right]