In the Stu my second home, I be in there Putting in work, just like that lil' 17, I seen
That lil' bitch twerk
We an arguing bout who shootin', long as he up in the dirt, it's close current behind
My dogs , get ready to make y'all shirts, I know what's at stake this ain't no diss
Just stating facts, we can go song for song, But nigga, we ain't goin' no tit for tat no wood roller
This a finger, bitch, you know I'm smokin' Thrax ain't no talkin' in that jam, don't
Ask me who did that, them boys don't go no Stoplight, how you security without no gun
Yo ass a fraud, you top flight , I'm stepping Behind my dogs, I pop a perc, when im Uptight
He a bitch, he got beat up, then up this gun, He can't fight, they just walk yo homie
Down and you still tryin' to rap, f*ck what You sayin', that shit cap, in the industry
Dont know rap, I'm underrated, that's a fact, You ain't no steppa just got a name Shootin ' Gaurd at my school, cause they said that I Had rang , all white ones will not
A stain , touch the mic, I can't be tamed, and We still post in that folly box, how you
Hop out on the corner, but don't step on the Block soon as we hop out, you gon' see nun But
Glocks he think he a demon, send his ass to God tryna see real in these niggas, but
These niggas fake, got this shit all on my Own, and I be damn, I let him take, face him
Tweaking off them yerks I'm out of space, Turn his ass to Casper , he ain't know this
Ghost was on my waste I love my block, but I do this for the gang, you say it's pressure
Were the flame, and I'm gone take this to The brain, shit I've been through, brung the Hunger
Tired of bein' humble, hard times made me Who I am, I was too deep up in that water
Overcame cause I know how to swim, can't Break that bond wit my gun, that's one of The ones
I trust, can't ride up in the Skat you wasn't With me, riding on the bus, I don't say that
Im a goat I just leave that for my team, we Was strugglin', now we good, bet I make
It by any means, in the stu my second home, I be in there puttin' in work just
Like that lil' 17 I seen , that lil' bitch twerk We ain't arguin' bout who shootin'
Long as he up in the dirt, it's close curtains Behind my dawgs, get ready to make y'all
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In the Stu my second home, I be in there Putting in work, just like that lil' 17, I seen
That lil' bitch twerk
We an arguing bout who shootin', long as he up in the dirt, it's close current behind
My dogs , get ready to make y'all shirts, I know what's at stake this ain't no diss
Just stating facts, we can go song for song, But nigga, we ain't goin' no tit for tat no wood roller
This a finger, bitch, you know I'm smokin' Thrax ain't no talkin' in that jam, don't
Ask me who did that, them boys don't go no Stoplight, how you security without no gun
Yo ass a fraud, you top flight , I'm stepping Behind my dogs, I pop a perc, when im Uptight
He a bitch, he got beat up, then up this gun, He can't fight, they just walk yo homie
Down and you still tryin' to rap, f*ck what You sayin', that shit cap, in the industry
Dont know rap, I'm underrated, that's a fact, You ain't no steppa just got a name Shootin ' Gaurd at my school, cause they said that I Had rang , all white ones will not
A stain , touch the mic, I can't be tamed, and We still post in that folly box, how you
Hop out on the corner, but don't step on the Block soon as we hop out, you gon' see nun But
Glocks he think he a demon, send his ass to God tryna see real in these niggas, but
These niggas fake, got this shit all on my Own, and I be damn, I let him take, face him
Tweaking off them yerks I'm out of space, Turn his ass to Casper , he ain't know this
Ghost was on my waste I love my block, but I do this for the gang, you say it's pressure
Were the flame, and I'm gone take this to The brain, shit I've been through, brung the Hunger
Tired of bein' humble, hard times made me Who I am, I was too deep up in that water
Overcame cause I know how to swim, can't Break that bond wit my gun, that's one of The ones
I trust, can't ride up in the Skat you wasn't With me, riding on the bus, I don't say that
Im a goat I just leave that for my team, we Was strugglin', now we good, bet I make
It by any means, in the stu my second home, I be in there puttin' in work just
Like that lil' 17 I seen , that lil' bitch twerk We ain't arguin' bout who shootin'
Long as he up in the dirt, it's close curtains Behind my dawgs, get ready to make y'all
Shirts
That lil' bitch twerk
We an arguing bout who shootin', long as he up in the dirt, it's close current behind
My dogs , get ready to make y'all shirts, I know what's at stake this ain't no diss
Just stating facts, we can go song for song, But nigga, we ain't goin' no tit for tat no wood roller
This a finger, bitch, you know I'm smokin' Thrax ain't no talkin' in that jam, don't
Ask me who did that, them boys don't go no Stoplight, how you security without no gun
Yo ass a fraud, you top flight , I'm stepping Behind my dogs, I pop a perc, when im Uptight
He a bitch, he got beat up, then up this gun, He can't fight, they just walk yo homie
Down and you still tryin' to rap, f*ck what You sayin', that shit cap, in the industry
Dont know rap, I'm underrated, that's a fact, You ain't no steppa just got a name Shootin ' Gaurd at my school, cause they said that I Had rang , all white ones will not
A stain , touch the mic, I can't be tamed, and We still post in that folly box, how you
Hop out on the corner, but don't step on the Block soon as we hop out, you gon' see nun But
Glocks he think he a demon, send his ass to God tryna see real in these niggas, but
These niggas fake, got this shit all on my Own, and I be damn, I let him take, face him
Tweaking off them yerks I'm out of space, Turn his ass to Casper , he ain't know this
Ghost was on my waste I love my block, but I do this for the gang, you say it's pressure
Were the flame, and I'm gone take this to The brain, shit I've been through, brung the Hunger
Tired of bein' humble, hard times made me Who I am, I was too deep up in that water
Overcame cause I know how to swim, can't Break that bond wit my gun, that's one of The ones
I trust, can't ride up in the Skat you wasn't With me, riding on the bus, I don't say that
Im a goat I just leave that for my team, we Was strugglin', now we good, bet I make
It by any means, in the stu my second home, I be in there puttin' in work just
Like that lil' 17 I seen , that lil' bitch twerk We ain't arguin' bout who shootin'
Long as he up in the dirt, it's close curtains Behind my dawgs, get ready to make y'all
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Writer: Jason Charleston
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