Yea... Hahaha...
They ain't want me to uh...
They ain't want me to make it this far homie...
Them n*ggas dont give a fuck homie
They just follow every move cuz they know a n*gga doin it, you feel me?
IKON n*gga...
Ay..
[Verse 1]
Baking soda whippin, had the yola in my kitchen
These niggas in the mafia, I'm rolling with my henchmen
You busta ass niggas probably hope you catch me slippin
But little that he knew I bought the home that he's up livin
Bitch I've BEEN a gangsta, fuck that 40 that you're sippin
You twisting up your fingers, but I KNOW that you ain't wit it
I murder a nigga then but him inside of boat and then we ship it
Leave him in the pacific, ocean to be specific
Ghost town killas on that suit and tie shit
Lookin like yakuza with the uzi watch this
All you other niggas homie you are NOT shit
Commit suicide quick or I'm using chop sticks
You focused on my name but I was movin my shit
Dumped it into music started doin my shit
Dirty money clean, nigga who could stop this?
Sell a couple thousand units like moving my bricks
Started up north, word of mouth, couple zones
Started touchin runners put your mouth on the chrome
Clap a couple niggas then we bounce from your home
Then my OGs from the south put me on
Spit it hella wicked for the route I was on
I'm wicked as a chemist get my alchemist on
A couple new niggas came around, now they gone
But I'm-a-leave a nigga leakin like a fountain was on
Killa Rel a maniac, Look at where they made me at
Pussy niggas hatin on me, Softer than some baby fat
I know where your lady at, Where she keep the baby at
Niggas they DONT want it, make a nigga spray the mac
West coast put me on, so I made it back
I'm just trying trying to real niggas like X rated back
Fuck a nigga hatin on the brain get your brain detached
Rep it for the west and for the muthafucking braniacs
Hol' up...
They ain't want me to uh...
They ain't want me to make it this far homie...
Them n*ggas dont give a fuck homie
They just follow every move cuz they know a n*gga doin it, you feel me?
IKON n*gga...
Ay..
[Verse 1]
Baking soda whippin, had the yola in my kitchen
These niggas in the mafia, I'm rolling with my henchmen
You busta ass niggas probably hope you catch me slippin
But little that he knew I bought the home that he's up livin
Bitch I've BEEN a gangsta, fuck that 40 that you're sippin
You twisting up your fingers, but I KNOW that you ain't wit it
I murder a nigga then but him inside of boat and then we ship it
Leave him in the pacific, ocean to be specific
Ghost town killas on that suit and tie shit
Lookin like yakuza with the uzi watch this
All you other niggas homie you are NOT shit
Commit suicide quick or I'm using chop sticks
You focused on my name but I was movin my shit
Dumped it into music started doin my shit
Dirty money clean, nigga who could stop this?
Sell a couple thousand units like moving my bricks
Started up north, word of mouth, couple zones
Started touchin runners put your mouth on the chrome
Clap a couple niggas then we bounce from your home
Then my OGs from the south put me on
Spit it hella wicked for the route I was on
I'm wicked as a chemist get my alchemist on
A couple new niggas came around, now they gone
But I'm-a-leave a nigga leakin like a fountain was on
Killa Rel a maniac, Look at where they made me at
Pussy niggas hatin on me, Softer than some baby fat
I know where your lady at, Where she keep the baby at
Niggas they DONT want it, make a nigga spray the mac
West coast put me on, so I made it back
I'm just trying trying to real niggas like X rated back
Fuck a nigga hatin on the brain get your brain detached
Rep it for the west and for the muthafucking braniacs
Hol' up...
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