Jay Cino - Stay on the Sidewalk (Prod. By Native808Beats) Lyrics

I done went broke made it back
U went broke ain't attack
And you callin my fault
You should've listening to that
Shit ya mommy was talking
Bout staying on sidewalks
I hadda break down the package
And put it in baggies
Then tell em to cop up
Tell em boys got get some money
Cause that's word to mommy
They ain't gunna stop us
If she got problems que pesa
I just might cash out on Prada
I just might rozay her bottle
My bitch she look like a model
I just went dummy
And f*cked up some money
But that shit gone come back tomorrow
Tell me you love me
I tell you you lying
Cause you gotta show me the vibes tho

This shit a movie we park up
I bring the heat like its Starbucks
That Louie v on my arm uh
Hadda come back like its karma
They niggas bogus
I already Kno it
So you will not see me around em
Real niggas see me around em
I cannot chill wit no clown ones
Dope that I smoke im on cloud nine
Niggas won't shoot at the foul line
I used to bag up like wild dimes
Boy can I tell you
I been thru some wild times
Niggas on go f*ck a stop sign
I'm gettin chicken like Popeyes
I need it spread it like wildfire
Skirt off I'm catching off catching my drop time
I do my dirt and don't speak about it
Smokin OG Witta leaf around it
U rather talk it then be abt it
Ima go make me like 3 deposits
These niggas hoe and they pick opponents
If we can't get him we hit his homie
Life it been feeling real different for me
If you lookin you must got some chicken for me
Soon ima cop me the double R
Drive the bitch like it's a stolen car
Ain't tryna catch me another charge
Tryna catch me a jet and take off on ya
Cubans zircon and ya diamonds frowin
Si ya diamonds be cloudy
Vv my diamonds they always smiling
I don't Kno ya chick but yo hoe around me

I done went broke made it back
U went broke ain't attack
And you callin my fault
You should've listening to that
Shit ya mommy was talking
Bout staying on sidewalks
I hadda break down the package
And put it in baggies
Then tell em to cop up
Tell em boys got get some money
Cause that's word to mommy
They ain't gunna stop us
If she got problems que pesa
I just might cash out on Prada
I just might rozay her bottle
My bih she look like a model
I just went dummy
And f*cked up some money
But that shit gone come back tomorrow
Tell me you love me
I tell you you lying
Cause you gotta show me the vibes tho

Flex on dese boys it's a exercise
Like it or not bitch I'm getting mines
Pull up on niggas the petrified
F*ck on yo hoe like the energize
Niggas be talkin they broke as f*ck
I had to shutup and focus up
Niggas gon hate when you glowing up
If that's ya gang well then throw it up
They Kno it's ksubi the denim too
If you gone do it then make a move
We really get in no April fool
I need some power no basic food
I need my product my paper too
You doing hoe shit I can't approve
I make it hot like a can of soup
Watch when I cop me the Bentley coupe

I done went broke made it back
U went broke ain't attack
And you callin my fault
You should've listening to that
Shit ya mommy was talking
Bout staying on sidewalks
I hadda break down the package
And put it in baggies
Then tell em to cop up
Tell em boys got get some money
Cause that's word to mommy
They ain't gunna stop us
If she got problems que pesa
I just might cash out on Prada
I just might rozay her bottle
My bih she look like a model
I just went dummy
And f*cked up some money
But that shit gone come back tomorrow
Tell me you love me
I tell you you lying
Cause you gotta show me the vibes tho