CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Take 3

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I got somethin to say up in here
The first n***a play up in here
He gon lay up in here
He gon stay up in here
Told my stick everyday up in here
This sh*t crucial
Like I just bought clay up in here
I been runnin it way up
This sh*t like a lay up
I’m havin my way up in here
Glizzy with the Glock stop
Pull up in the drop top
We gon spin his block
Drop it right off at the chop shop
Bloody like a clot
Sorry I cannot stop
Hit em in his stomach
Turn his sh*t into a crop top
Never had a soft spot
Run up on me pop pop
Every n***a with me
Told the city these are not props
Cruisin with a thot box
Keep me(?) from the opp block
n***as standin by
Kinda hard for them to not watch(?)
They tryna mimick me
Can’t bе my mini me
We not the samе like
They zero percent of me
sh*t on my enemies
I know they sick of me
They havin cash
But that sh*t ain't equivalent
Never been friendly
It ain’t no befriending me
f**k that lil boy
He got b*t*h n***a tendencies
Movin so vividly
Humbling mility
That n***a broke
Get him out my vicinity
Hoe just to be in my presence a privilege
But you can stay
If you keep it explicit
She eat the d**k
Like the meal is exquisite
And she bring a friend every time that she visit
I’m chasin digits
I don’t do the dissin
Never see my name in no n***a mentions
My dawg he don’t like to talk
But he vicious
He just go suit up and handle the business
They tryna run off with sh*t I invented
They know who the hottest
Of course they gon copy
Young n***a poppin
But never been c*cky
It’s one in the head
Or the Glock don’t c*ck it
Pretty lil body
She callin me papi
My b*t*h look like Buffy the body
Look at my pockets
They buff and they stocky
Got rich in the yo
So they callin me Gotti
Who is this cold n***a
Won’t play with no n***a
He do a show
His stick go thru the door with him
Running with gorillas
Trappers and go getters
Sell it for high but we buy for the low n***a
Money get so bigger
b*t*hes be so bitter
Blocking my phone cuz I said I can’t go with her
f**k that lil hoe n***a
Go get the dough n***a
I used to sleep on a pallet with no pillow
Baby nine on me
This b*t*h don’t go no sitter
Where is the nanny
Racks stuffed in the Fanny
Rock so much gold they think I won a Grammy
Count up a 100 while still in my jammies
We havin big bucks and never no wammies
She seen my ice and she came out her panties
Screaming my name make her chant it in Spanish
She’s a grown woman
But like to get managed
Rich as f**k got em calling me Manny
If she’s a cougar
I’ll f**k on ya mammy
Keep baggin, thumb thru them racks in a a hammy
Rich n***a sh*t
The broke wouldn’t understand me
I got some n***as that’s trappin and scammin
You got some n***as that’s livin informant
Bought a new chopper
This b*t*h Pakistan
Make the wrong move and I let it do damage
Don’t condone b*t*h sh*t
That’ll get you hit quick
I ain’t playin madden
But I call my caddy hit stick
Always been a misfit
All my diamonds glicsin
My neck and my wrist lit
Call me Mr. Big sh*t
Spent a n***a 5 months rent
Up on a fit b*t*h
sh*t they never seen
They like n***a where you get this
Soon as a b*t*h hold out her hand
She get dismissed
Sent a pic of money
When she asked me for a d**k pic
I’m in the A with a thick b*t*h from Illinois
Coon you don’t care
What you rockin a fitted for?
They think they started the sh*t I been did before
Just poppin sh*t
What you all in yo feelings for?
Broke a b*t*h
Now this hoe callin me City Boy
Got on two chains
And my thigh got a titty boy
Better think twice when it’s me that you sendin for
Watch how you talk to the biggest
Lil bitty boy