Hollywood Rog - Paul Pierce Lyrics

Coppin celine

Three Four like Paul Pierce
With them racks on the kid Yeah these stacks in my jeans

Young nigga dripping in sauce
She like my demeanor She say that I'm mean

My young niggas ballin My young niggas steppin
I came from the bottom I'm making it happen

Was hoopin last year now a young nigga rappin
In touch with the plug yeah a nigga been trappin

Can't f*ck with these niggas these niggas be cappin
Racks on a kid cause a young nigga draggin

Nineteen nigga I hopped out the wagon

Been making it happen my young niggas killing
A young nigga turnt up for real

Young nigga ballin a young nigga turnt
Yeah a young nigga with it for real

Calling my phone yeah I get that shit gone
Yeah a young nigga selling for real

Ran with them killers I ran with them hittas
My lil niggas bout it for real

Been drippin in shit I'm in love with the fashion
You know that a youngin been that

Ran up a check on these pussy ass niggas
Lil baby I'm playing with them racks

Matter of fact yeah a nigga been turnt
In high school I was playing with them figures

All these lil bitches wanna f*ck with the kid and the group
Cause I ball we them niggas

Shawty in love with the crew
Shawty in love with the squad

A young nigga turnt as a bitch
A young nigga beat all the odds

Watch a young nigga pull up
We pull up and pop double R

Told you before I'm the man
Told the lil bitch imma star

Watch a young nigga pull up
Watch how a young nigga bip

Feeling like Gunna of course
Leakin like oil I drip

Look at the bling on my watch
Baby I'm poppin that shit

A young nigga turnt yeah I came from the gutta
My lil nigga slept on the bricks

We slept on the floor now we rockin Dior
Yeah a nigga just tryna get more

Now we just woke up we lit

This money I'm going legit

Grinding I never can quit

I tell the lil bitch do the shit

I tell the lil bitch to relax

In the hood yeah I chill and relax

Goin hard yeah I'm moving the packs

A young nigga lit that's a motherf*ckin fact

I feel like I'm Akademics with the shit
Cause a young nigga paid on the screen

My bitch like that fashion for real
Yeah I walk in the mall and we coppin Celine

Three Four like Paul Pierce
With them racks on the kid Yeah these stacks in my jeans

Young nigga dripping in sauce
She like my demeanor she say that I'm mean