Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah
Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah, I'm just saying
Niggas too emotional
Don't care for what they're going through
You joking cuzz, I'm focused up
Only thing I'm gonna do
Move stingy with this money
Make em say I'm acting funny
Most hated
But they still love me
I grew up in a place
Where sucker shitI, it couldn't fly
The way they popping pills
You swear this shit was do or die
Last breed of real
That came up out the Two Five
A gun up in your face
It's only god and you and I
My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, f*ck debating
Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying
My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, f*ck debating
Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying
Time ticking, I'm quiet
I watch face
She only f*ck with bad boys
That double up like Mase
Money Makin Macc
Never fumbled with a pack
Money Makin Macc
Probably said I'd call her back
Nothing to talk about
I'm moving in a hurry now
Harlem shake it off
You really couldn't hurt me now
Been emotionless
Since they tried to murk me
As a youngin, had a shotgun
Before we had a 30
Ride for what
These niggas ain't gonna slide
Ride for what
These niggas ain't bonafide
Huh
Why you kick it with a rat
When you told me it's a fact
Probably told the jakes where I'm at
Birds of a feather
They flock in any weather
Don't need a scope
But my vision better
Yeah
I don't tell em where I'm going
They already know knowing
Why you think they tried to slow it
Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah, I'm just saying
My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, f*ck debating
Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying
City McGritty - I'm Just Sayin', Pt. II Lyrics
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Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah
Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah, I'm just saying
Niggas too emotional
Don't care for what they're going through
You joking cuzz, I'm focused up
Only thing I'm gonna do
Move stingy with this money
Make em say I'm acting funny
Most hated
But they still love me
I grew up in a place
Where sucker shitI, it couldn't fly
The way they popping pills
You swear this shit was do or die
Last breed of real
That came up out the Two Five
A gun up in your face
It's only god and you and I
My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, f*ck debating
Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying
My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, f*ck debating
Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying
Time ticking, I'm quiet
I watch face
She only f*ck with bad boys
That double up like Mase
Money Makin Macc
Never fumbled with a pack
Money Makin Macc
Probably said I'd call her back
Nothing to talk about
I'm moving in a hurry now
Harlem shake it off
You really couldn't hurt me now
Been emotionless
Since they tried to murk me
As a youngin, had a shotgun
Before we had a 30
Ride for what
These niggas ain't gonna slide
Ride for what
These niggas ain't bonafide
Huh
Why you kick it with a rat
When you told me it's a fact
Probably told the jakes where I'm at
Birds of a feather
They flock in any weather
Don't need a scope
But my vision better
Yeah
I don't tell em where I'm going
They already know knowing
Why you think they tried to slow it
Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah, I'm just saying
My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, f*ck debating
Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah
Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah, I'm just saying
Niggas too emotional
Don't care for what they're going through
You joking cuzz, I'm focused up
Only thing I'm gonna do
Move stingy with this money
Make em say I'm acting funny
Most hated
But they still love me
I grew up in a place
Where sucker shitI, it couldn't fly
The way they popping pills
You swear this shit was do or die
Last breed of real
That came up out the Two Five
A gun up in your face
It's only god and you and I
My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, f*ck debating
Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying
My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, f*ck debating
Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying
Time ticking, I'm quiet
I watch face
She only f*ck with bad boys
That double up like Mase
Money Makin Macc
Never fumbled with a pack
Money Makin Macc
Probably said I'd call her back
Nothing to talk about
I'm moving in a hurry now
Harlem shake it off
You really couldn't hurt me now
Been emotionless
Since they tried to murk me
As a youngin, had a shotgun
Before we had a 30
Ride for what
These niggas ain't gonna slide
Ride for what
These niggas ain't bonafide
Huh
Why you kick it with a rat
When you told me it's a fact
Probably told the jakes where I'm at
Birds of a feather
They flock in any weather
Don't need a scope
But my vision better
Yeah
I don't tell em where I'm going
They already know knowing
Why you think they tried to slow it
Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah, I'm just saying
My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, f*ck debating
Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying
Writer: Tevin McNeil
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid