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You know my block bitch Iโm from the Sho 4 Sho
And if you sweet donโt let us peep you catch the okie doke
Ya mans get smoked
My neighborhood been live
On Fox 5
These niggaz trynna match my legacy
Go head and try
My rep solidified donโt get my name twisted and tied
With bullshit we Gโs and Gents we strapped outside
Really watched them DTโs swerve up hop out the ride
Try to talk make us cooperate but we wonโt coincide
These niggaz lame they ainโt think we peep da game
Knock ya cousin off, hyperventilating like you Kane
Shits insane my block really did like 80 racks a day
Pushing out of Keisha house Trojan meetings at momma house
We was masked up running round kicking doors
Smacking down opps flashing off da metal chrome
Trips to Cali shipping packs make sure we get em home
We done been thru some shit boy you just donโt know
U just donโt know
I can hear niggas hating And praying
I just donโt blow
Street sweepers , with them heat seekers, on the seat sleeping
Yea thatโs just my hoe
She ready to bust , if I wake her up, hard to calm her down
Cuz she just want smoke
She stay tripping, like the last bitch, planted seeds
But leaves they just wouldnโt grow
Too many problems on the road thatโs driven
I took a pit, but I ainโt stop the show
Legally, couldnโt buy a swisher sweet
But was selling like we had a trap at the store
Pacc in
Now the spot rolling section 8 housing
Help us harvest them hunnids, fucc all the assumptions
Ainโt no love on this pacc cuh
I need all of the money
Donโt call till itโs coming
Know Iโm flipping and gripping from the am to pm
Charge it to the Hussle
Not my heart , if I donโt answer yo call, or respond to a dm
Neighbor hood who I pledged an allegiance
Niggas claim they want beef, till we meet now they speaking
Let this shit scream
Till it blow out the tweeters
Trunk full I got dope in the speakers
Donโt tell em doe
We was masked up running round kicking doors
Smacking down opps flashing off da metal chrome
Trips to Cali shipping packs make sure we get em home
We done been thru some shit boy you just donโt know