Motherfucker talking ’bout lately
I been slackly nigga, I don’t slack nigga, ya know?
We don’t slack nigga, we crack niggas, ya know?
I don’t slack off
Just streets, family, that’s an insult
I work hard, ya know?
Pulled up to the spot, she blocked my number, she working with the goofies
I done spent ’bout 20 on some chops for some niggas yelling dookie
Dp out in salem with that hammer he shoot a movie
Love my baby momma even though she out here popping coochie
Going through some things with my gang bitch I feel like boosie
Baybay in the slammer with the opps you know he getting groovy
I just blew a bag on some Glocks I want a fucking uzi
Rest in peace to streetz it’s on his grave that he’ll take your toolie
You ain’t never stalked a nigga page just to wack his ass
You ain’t never bought something from the mall just to take it back
Hit the club like I was clean, I was faking, had to tuck the tag
Gucci was the wheel man, you say his name and my lil shorties trap
2012 we was demons even though we had one hammer
Only thing I verse god nigga and my gun jammed
I got bitches over seas, some in college go to Alabama
Red [?] from palm beach, my brown skin from Louisiana
I looked up to boosie, gucci, gotti, whatchu know ’bout gs?
You looked up to uzi, pump, and yachty, whatchu know ’bout [?]
Fell out with my homie cause he told me I don’t treat him equal
But I don’t give him money cause I heard he out here sharing needles
Pulled up to the spot, she blocked my number, she working with the goofies
I done spent ’bout 20 on some chops for some niggas yelling dookie
Dp out in salem with that hammer he shoot a movie
Love my baby momma even though she out here popping coochie
Going through some things with my gang bitch I feel like boosie
Baybay in the slammer with the opps you know he getting groovy
I just blew a bag on some Glocks I want a fucking uzi
Rest in peace to streetz it’s on his grave that he’ll take your toolie
RIP opp the killa, I done turned around and cut my ties
If I die today monte, reggie, dp pistol slide
Swish and jj lando real killers know they move in silence
Cause atf and tests the only people that can say I’m high
I’m the voice of stl, and all the shorties tryna maintain
They don’t know no better riding dirty yelling “gang gang”
If I don’t speak the truth, then who gon’ tell ’em how to change lanes?
I just had a meeting with my brothers we on the same thing
I looked up to boosie, gucci, gotti, whatchu know ’bout gs?
You looked up to uzi, pump, and yachty, whatchu know ’bout [?]
Fell out with my homie cause he told me I don’t treat him equal
But I don’t give him money cause I heard he out here sharing needles
Pulled up to the spot, she blocked my number, she working with the goofies
I done spent ’bout 20 on some chops for some niggas yelling dookie
Dp out in salem with that hammer he shoot a movie
Love my baby momma even though she out here popping coochie
Going through some things with my gang bitch I feel like boosie
Baybay in the slammer with the opps you know he getting groovy
I just blew a bag on some Glocks I want a fucking uzi
Rest in peace to streetz it’s on his grave that he’ll take your toolie
I looked up to boosie, gucci, gotti, whatchu know ’bout gs?
You looked up to uzi, pump, and yachty, whatchu know ’bout [?]
Fell out with my homie cause he told me I don’t treat him equal
But I don’t give him money cause I heard he out here sharing needles
www.pillowlyrics.com
419786
497975
88k
20