CORRECT LYRICS
Pullin' up on the block and I got that strap (Strap)
Give no f**ks and I'll let that slap (Buh Buh)
Ballie to the brim dress code all black (Yeah)
Hop out the whip rush down get clapped (Brrrr)
Ride with the Weston or Mac
Never fiction nor facts (All facts)
Ride with the Weston or Mac
Never fiction nor facts (Yeah)
Fully loaded when I grab my clip
Run through houses doin' them hits (Yaaah)
Make it pop on the track they sprint (Buh Buh)
Another rat race, runnin' their lips
Yeah Yeah f**k that
I'm a chef I'm from South Western I got my weapon (Buh Buh)
Yeah Yeah I wanna push it dip it now you know why I'm stressin'
Too many gronks speak on my name
F**kin' pu**y stay in your lane
Too many gronks speak on my name
F**kin' pu**y stay in your lane
Look, they don't apply no pressure blacked out spinner with some blacked out gloves
I told Mum she didn't raise no b*t*h on god I'm a thug and i'll bust these slugs (And they know it)
In this whip with some things on things I'll make em' do the dash if this big b*t*h sings (Ha)
These actors they be talkin' the most, get pulled up and they don't do sh*t (And they know)
You grew up in a good house went to a good school now you act bad for your clips (Ha-haa)
Round here they can't come to my block try come to my block get ran outta here
I get love when I step outside tell that f**k boy shoosh or I'll end his career (F**k him)
From the streets where we show no emotions, show no love and show no fear (Facts)
It's still FTP where I'm from, youngest in charge C-Town I'm a don (F**k em)
They use to laugh back when I was broke now they hatin' the fact that my money be long (Ha-haa)
I'm still throwin' up C's in the ends MFB-64 be the team till the death (Till the end)
They d**kride for the likes and views and they rap out some sh*t that they ain't ever seen (Facts)
They ain't ghetto and they know thats fact so please don't try talkin' street
What you know about taking risks cause you ain't got sh*t?
But we all gotta eat
Masked up
In this back of the whip with the big roscoe stashed under the seat
Masked up
In this back of the whip with the big roscoe stashed under the seat
Lyrics : ROPS
Pullin' up on the block and I got that strap (Strap)
Give no f**ks and I'll let that slap (Buh Buh)
Ballie to the brim dress code all black (Yeah)
Hop out the whip rush down get clapped (Brrrr)
Ride with the Weston or Mac
Never fiction nor facts (All facts)
Ride with the Weston or Mac
Never fiction nor facts (Yeah)
Fully loaded when I grab my clip
Run through houses doin' them hits (Yaaah)
Make it pop on the track they sprint (Buh Buh)
Another rat race, runnin' their lips
Yeah Yeah f**k that
I'm a chef I'm from South Western I got my weapon (Buh Buh)
Yeah Yeah I wanna push it dip it now you know why I'm stressin'
Too many gronks speak on my name
F**kin' pu**y stay in your lane
Too many gronks speak on my name
F**kin' pu**y stay in your lane
Look, they don't apply no pressure blacked out spinner with some blacked out gloves
I told Mum she didn't raise no b*t*h on god I'm a thug and i'll bust these slugs (And they know it)
In this whip with some things on things I'll make em' do the dash if this big b*t*h sings (Ha)
These actors they be talkin' the most, get pulled up and they don't do sh*t (And they know)
You grew up in a good house went to a good school now you act bad for your clips (Ha-haa)
Round here they can't come to my block try come to my block get ran outta here
I get love when I step outside tell that f**k boy shoosh or I'll end his career (F**k him)
From the streets where we show no emotions, show no love and show no fear (Facts)
It's still FTP where I'm from, youngest in charge C-Town I'm a don (F**k em)
They use to laugh back when I was broke now they hatin' the fact that my money be long (Ha-haa)
I'm still throwin' up C's in the ends MFB-64 be the team till the death (Till the end)
They d**kride for the likes and views and they rap out some sh*t that they ain't ever seen (Facts)
They ain't ghetto and they know thats fact so please don't try talkin' street
What you know about taking risks cause you ain't got sh*t?
But we all gotta eat
Masked up
In this back of the whip with the big roscoe stashed under the seat
Masked up
In this back of the whip with the big roscoe stashed under the seat
