Hahahahahaha, uh
COUPE
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (See, now we don't give a fuck 'bout none 'round in this motherfucker), uh, uh, yeah
Uh ('Cause you get money, you ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, you feel me?), uh, uh, uh, uh (But if you ain't get no money, nigga, you a got a motherfuckin' problem), uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh (And if you is gettin' money and you's a pussy nigga, that's a motherfuckin' problem), uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh ('Cause you got a nigga like me out here, nigga), uh, uh, uh, uh (I'm on yo' ass nigga, I don't play no games)
Pull up in a all-black Impala four deep, me and my dawg creep
We got one finna put his ass to sleep
I don't think he seen me coming when I'm dumping hit 'em cross the street
You know we get to stomping get to running who that at the street (Boom, boom, boom)
That street sweeper
That .223 that bitch gone hit 'em from his head to his feet
That pussy nigga thought I was one of them other niggas nah i ain't sweet
They must ain't told bitch I'm a gangsta
Yes sir, I am from the streets (I'm from the streets)
I don't have problems with none of enemies they know what's up with me (They know what's up with me)
Pussy
I'm known for terrorizing
Got twenty four on my back I swear to God I really done caught hell 'bout it (Hell)
Them bodies and I swear I keep it brick I cannot talk about it (Yeah)
But the only thing I do is pop my shit that's how I talk about it (Yeah)
I really don't know nobody like my gang we really bout it
Nigga step up to the plate I show you we against everybody
You niggas know you don't wanna be dead don't get beheaded
'Cause you know we ready and we four deep strapped up in Chevies
Pull up in a all-black Impala four deep, me and my dawg creep
We got one finna put his ass to sleep
I don't think he seen me coming when I'm dumping hit 'em cross the street
You know we get to stomping get to running who that at the street (Boom, boom, boom)
That street sweeper
That .223 that bitch gone hit 'em from his head to his feet
That pussy nigga thought I was one of them other niggas nah i ain't sweet
They must ain't told bitch I'm a gangsta
Yes sir, I am from the streets (I'm from the streets)
I don't have problems with none of enemies they know what's up with me (They know what's up)
Got choppas
I come and show these pussy niggas they not a problem
You know we gonna ride with these choppas (Choppas)
You thought it was a biker gang (Yeah)
Damn how we popped him
He thought we was the Sniper Gang
The money that I got, your money not the same
When we step ready to smoke a nigga choo-choo train
Smoke a nigga shit up like a chimney come down like grinch
I'm feeling like I'm Santa when your ho get on my sleigh
I pay your bitch rent just to find out where you lay
It's money on your head, I know what I do, I don't play (I don't play nigga)
Yeah, this how I play (uh uh, do not play)
Slimy (I don't play nigga)
Pull up in a all-black Impala four deep, me and my dawg creep
We got one finna put his ass to sleep
I don't think he seen me coming when I'm dumping hit 'em cross the street
You know we get to stomping get to running who that at the street (Boom, boom, boom)
That street sweeper
That .223 that bitch gone hit 'em from his head to his feet
That pussy nigga thought I was one of them other niggas nah i ain't sweet
They must ain't told bitch I'm a gangsta
Yes sir, I am from the streets (I'm from the streets)
I don't have problems with none of enemies they know what's up with me (They know what's up)
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