money and she through a hood picnic I ain't never been a nigga to straight romance a hoe But little Lani qua had a bombin', her thang and 1-O And I could give a
got a choice, it's an obvious decision You tryna make a come up in my city, it's a given Plus a nigga famous Plus I got a vision Not to mention havin'
shine cause I grind, I ain't gotta steal and rob Watch me, y'all a be lookin' for a come up Stay on the grind all the time, gotta get mine, I'm a hustler
coo And kicked up 'till I'm tore up now what's the hold up It's on now we back up on it, just as we post up Slither at the bar damn drunk to the world
blow O's Circles around competition, not an Optimo To sit low, in a six-0-0 Solo, on lo-lo's, fuck po'-po's Take a photo, last time you see a nigga
it's hard knocks Some of y'all pushing weed, some of y'all pushing straight rocks That's why we organized and run with a team When I get the Caddy, I
money up on the real Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers, open up your mind A lot of niggaz hustlin' backwards, need to press rewind There's some
's a family affair Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair It's a family affair, it's a family affair Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family
up (up) Know you gon' let us do what we do (do) Rock our Rolie, ride drop-tops, too (too) [B.G.] (Look, look, it's a- it's a- a checkmate, checkmate
) Y'all know how this shit go (Y'know) (All eyez on me) Motherfuckin' O.G. Roll up in the club and shit (Is that right?) (All eyez on me) (All eyez on
hustlers I never mess with no bustas Addyup? 'Cuz they done fuck With a nigga tryin' to get a buck I leave 'em stuck posted up at a stand still Beat
you're a real hustler, then you know somethin about dis Peep game! What you know about a, good girl gone bad, aha I'ma lace you up wit somethin I gave a nigga 8 G's
wayz (Ah hah, ah hah) I'm chillin', mackin', stackin' up these ends I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends I bust a trick, make her bounce like a low-low
killer, but lose a g A small fee for what that nigga did to a family Chorus x2 Shit, I'm a reminisce like this while I'm in a good state of mind Now
flow then it come from the O's plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes every hood every city all the gangstaz know front on me and you be
to all the homeboys and girls Straight up baby, I'm blowin up in the world Blowin up, blowin up in the world Blowin up, blowin up in the world! I'
shopping money she through a hood picknick I ain't never been a nigga to straight romance a hoe But Laniqua had a bombin her thang and 1-O And I could give a
blow O's Circles around competition, not an optimo To sit low in a six oh, oh Solo on lo-lo's, fuck po'-po's Take a photo, last time you see a nigga
