"Yo what's up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit. Word. Broad's still with me man, I'm comin' over the grapevine right now. Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone"
Damn, how'd I get into this scam?
Rollin' a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand
I came up from the curb, word
First thing it rocks, now my ride's packed with crazy birds
I got a freak in the front seat
She got crazy game, might even have more than me
And that's why I don't trust her, I ain't no busta
One wrong move and I'll dust her
But she knows that, keeps a gat
Works much plastic, always stays on phat
She said she loves me
Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies
She only loves my cash flow, long dough
The false love of a pimp and a ho
But me and her got a job to do
Get this luggage back to the crew
She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk
And if they speakin' about us then its jumpin off
But I ain't sweatin them at all
2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall
The lines on the highway are makin my mind drift away
To my last jail stay
5 years for a 459
I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime
Surrenderin' ain't me
Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the street G
For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce
A life filled with drug busts and shoot outs
Damn, how'd I get into this scam?
Rollin' a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand
I came up from the curb, word
First thing it rocks, now my ride's packed with crazy birds
I got a freak in the front seat
She got crazy game, might even have more than me
And that's why I don't trust her, I ain't no busta
One wrong move and I'll dust her
But she knows that, keeps a gat
Works much plastic, always stays on phat
She said she loves me
Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies
She only loves my cash flow, long dough
The false love of a pimp and a ho
But me and her got a job to do
Get this luggage back to the crew
She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk
And if they speakin' about us then its jumpin off
But I ain't sweatin them at all
2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall
The lines on the highway are makin my mind drift away
To my last jail stay
5 years for a 459
I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime
Surrenderin' ain't me
Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the street G
For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce
A life filled with drug busts and shoot outs
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