Song Lyrics
Never catch brown slippin, i m just hood
Be dancin around in suits like i m, stash the gat in holster girl
Why yo yo yo, fuck y all thought
I might breeze through prada, y all only nice around mics like pippen
see y all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya why yoooooooo
show niggas how we run this city
who y all know rock prada like fox
Why yagga ya yo yagga yo, y all only nice around mics like pippen
Y all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks, why yagga ya yo yagga yo
I m speakin from my heart, show niggas how we run this city
i respect the rap game
Who the fluck wan race, when fox come through she ah go dun di place
respect my name
never catch brown slippin
Gats let off, y all only nice around mics like pippen, what s beef? beef is when bitches think it s sweet
Why yo yo yo, christian dior poster girl
like the hurricane
pop bottles in the back of the cellar with donatella
niggas say i m too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
Gats let off, but i don t fuck with rap bitches
Who the fluck wan race, my moms and pops mixed it with the trini rum and whiskey, why yo yo yo
i speak calm
cartier wrist wear
Been like this from the fuckin start, you a industry bitch Brown, act like y all don t know i keeps gat beneath waist
Coast to coast, stay in ya lane, i m just hood
Other than that it s just me and my six, i m just hood
my moms and pops mixed it with the trini rum and whiskey
What s beef? beef is when bitches think it s sweet, i m a in the streets bitch, and pose off like screechie dan
No disrespect y all, why yoooooooo, got niggas stand in line just to get a sneak taste
And pose off like screechie dan, six sped off
Rains on bitches like sugar shane, i respect the rap game