[Intro]
I was out there on the yola track (Yola track)
Try'na make my motherfuckin money back (My money back)
Po-po beat me up and took all of my fetti (Ugh! All my fetti)
I dang near almost had enough to cop me two or three
OZs of that good candy (Good candy)
But I was gon take just a second for me to get back on my toes and feet (On my toes and feet, ugh)
BEATCH!
Yeah, this one of them throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin'
Truck throbbin', spark some kush, crack a bottle and sip some 'ac beats, motherfucka!
Crack a bottle and sip some 'ac beats, motha-motherfucka!
Yeah, this one of them throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin'
Truck throbbin', spark some kush, crack a bottle and sip some 'ac beats, motherfucka!
Crack a bottle and sip some 'ac beats, motha-motherfucka!
[Verse 1]
When I was born, I was designed to be a boss
Good to be able to deal with anything that I came across (came across)
Uhh! Threw off men cause I'm wore this glasses to avoid now smiled ta' cross when I was out there in the traffic, be flicking and serving knocks
A place in the danger street used to make that till you shoot pella soft bee-bees
One of the most faithful weapons of choice remington rifles 223's
Styrofoam and plastic fresh out the box with the cleaning kit
I was quiet and I was slick but if you fuck with me I empty the clip, uhh
Basically me and my goons was overseeing and my realest was scrillion dolla spot
It was my job I got Brenton to hold down the whole muthafuckin block
Now I'm the nigga I'm that dude I'm the man (I'm the man)
This shit I spittin' niggas don't understand
BEATCH!
I was out there on the yola track (Yola track)
Try'na make my motherfuckin money back (My money back)
Po-po beat me up and took all of my fetti (Ugh! All my fetti)
I dang near almost had enough to cop me two or three
OZs of that good candy (Good candy)
But I was gon take just a second for me to get back on my toes and feet (On my toes and feet, ugh)
BEATCH!
Yeah, this one of them throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin'
Truck throbbin', spark some kush, crack a bottle and sip some 'ac beats, motherfucka!
Crack a bottle and sip some 'ac beats, motha-motherfucka!
Yeah, this one of them throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin'
Truck throbbin', spark some kush, crack a bottle and sip some 'ac beats, motherfucka!
Crack a bottle and sip some 'ac beats, motha-motherfucka!
[Verse 1]
When I was born, I was designed to be a boss
Good to be able to deal with anything that I came across (came across)
Uhh! Threw off men cause I'm wore this glasses to avoid now smiled ta' cross when I was out there in the traffic, be flicking and serving knocks
A place in the danger street used to make that till you shoot pella soft bee-bees
One of the most faithful weapons of choice remington rifles 223's
Styrofoam and plastic fresh out the box with the cleaning kit
I was quiet and I was slick but if you fuck with me I empty the clip, uhh
Basically me and my goons was overseeing and my realest was scrillion dolla spot
It was my job I got Brenton to hold down the whole muthafuckin block
Now I'm the nigga I'm that dude I'm the man (I'm the man)
This shit I spittin' niggas don't understand
BEATCH!
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