Use to cruise through the hood, playin oldies
Then i met the og's
Now I'm on the corner sipping ozs
Yea u know my name but u don't know me
Didn't f*ck so and so
Don't even know where that hoe be
See me with that throwback Kobe
The bitch got boyfriend and soccer got a goalie
But once i got her, i passed her to the homie
Chilling on the block
With some rocks in my sock
Where I'm from they let it pop
Lil baby be my rock
Rock with me
Till i get to the top
If u wanna win, let me take the lead
Give u what u need
I smell nice or is it this weed
Im dope without the speed
Death the only thing guaranteed
Getting money thats a habit
She hop on this dick like a rabbit
Pussy so good, turn me to a addict
We was 15 toting automatics
They didn't know i had it
Till i had to blast it
U aint smoking so pass it
Cops was on our ass, didn't catch shit
Only talking cash shit
My check need more commas
Death before dishonor
We been about that drama
I put that on my mama
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Sorry for the wait
Cant relate to the fake
I don't hate
I put steak, on my own plate
Moms calling my phone
Saying come home
But i gotta get it on my own
I know about the trap house
So what u wanna talk bout
Talking all that shit, make ur world blackout
Homie gone for minute now he back out
Smoking on that kill made me pass out
He getting drilled if he act out
Hit it for the night then i smash out
Use to want the bitch but she wack now
Yea i fell off but I'm back now
U dont wanna take a ride
To the land of homicides
That boy dead inside
Let it bang seven times
Real Gs never die
B-town recognize
U aint real till u show me
Thuggin till they smoke me
Fronting on the book looking phony
I keep a friend like I'm Tony
Dont change the story
U aint do nun for me
So f*ck what they told me
Ima keep on stacking
We get it cracking
In the field They bout that action
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
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Use to cruise through the hood, playin oldies
Then i met the og's
Now I'm on the corner sipping ozs
Yea u know my name but u don't know me
Didn't f*ck so and so
Don't even know where that hoe be
See me with that throwback Kobe
The bitch got boyfriend and soccer got a goalie
But once i got her, i passed her to the homie
Chilling on the block
With some rocks in my sock
Where I'm from they let it pop
Lil baby be my rock
Rock with me
Till i get to the top
If u wanna win, let me take the lead
Give u what u need
I smell nice or is it this weed
Im dope without the speed
Death the only thing guaranteed
Getting money thats a habit
She hop on this dick like a rabbit
Pussy so good, turn me to a addict
We was 15 toting automatics
They didn't know i had it
Till i had to blast it
U aint smoking so pass it
Cops was on our ass, didn't catch shit
Only talking cash shit
My check need more commas
Death before dishonor
We been about that drama
I put that on my mama
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Sorry for the wait
Cant relate to the fake
I don't hate
I put steak, on my own plate
Moms calling my phone
Saying come home
But i gotta get it on my own
I know about the trap house
So what u wanna talk bout
Talking all that shit, make ur world blackout
Homie gone for minute now he back out
Smoking on that kill made me pass out
He getting drilled if he act out
Hit it for the night then i smash out
Use to want the bitch but she wack now
Yea i fell off but I'm back now
U dont wanna take a ride
To the land of homicides
That boy dead inside
Let it bang seven times
Real Gs never die
B-town recognize
U aint real till u show me
Thuggin till they smoke me
Fronting on the book looking phony
I keep a friend like I'm Tony
Dont change the story
U aint do nun for me
So f*ck what they told me
Ima keep on stacking
We get it cracking
In the field They bout that action
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Then i met the og's
Now I'm on the corner sipping ozs
Yea u know my name but u don't know me
Didn't f*ck so and so
Don't even know where that hoe be
See me with that throwback Kobe
The bitch got boyfriend and soccer got a goalie
But once i got her, i passed her to the homie
Chilling on the block
With some rocks in my sock
Where I'm from they let it pop
Lil baby be my rock
Rock with me
Till i get to the top
If u wanna win, let me take the lead
Give u what u need
I smell nice or is it this weed
Im dope without the speed
Death the only thing guaranteed
Getting money thats a habit
She hop on this dick like a rabbit
Pussy so good, turn me to a addict
We was 15 toting automatics
They didn't know i had it
Till i had to blast it
U aint smoking so pass it
Cops was on our ass, didn't catch shit
Only talking cash shit
My check need more commas
Death before dishonor
We been about that drama
I put that on my mama
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Sorry for the wait
Cant relate to the fake
I don't hate
I put steak, on my own plate
Moms calling my phone
Saying come home
But i gotta get it on my own
I know about the trap house
So what u wanna talk bout
Talking all that shit, make ur world blackout
Homie gone for minute now he back out
Smoking on that kill made me pass out
He getting drilled if he act out
Hit it for the night then i smash out
Use to want the bitch but she wack now
Yea i fell off but I'm back now
U dont wanna take a ride
To the land of homicides
That boy dead inside
Let it bang seven times
Real Gs never die
B-town recognize
U aint real till u show me
Thuggin till they smoke me
Fronting on the book looking phony
I keep a friend like I'm Tony
Dont change the story
U aint do nun for me
So f*ck what they told me
Ima keep on stacking
We get it cracking
In the field They bout that action
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Stay in ur lane tho
I stay low
I got hittas on a payroll
They know
We'll blow this bitch up like a volcano
Writer: Eric Granados
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid