That shit aint cool lil nigga just stop it
Cause I know some niggas with rockets
With 10 thousand racks in they pockets
That go to the bank make deposits
And the bank wanna know how they got it
I swear that them niggas from Gotham
Cause half of these niggas is robin
And half of they bitches went shopping
Cause half of these niggas is plotting
Glizzies on glizzies they cocking
Don't open the door when he knocking
Cause run inside and start popping
I got some loud
I got some loud at the house for the niggas down south that can smoke out the pound
Running around like I sell by the ounce that the niggas on go don't how to pronounce
She hit me up with the pow, she wanted me then and she still want me now
She wanna scream
She wanna shout
She wanna cry she wanna pout
She wanna run all my routes like a football coach
I'm f*cking up all these hoes
Throwing a spiral its out of control
Some of my niggas is out on parole
And some are not
This all we got
No its not
Figure it out
F*ck it up
Running up
The nicest stuff
Then lighten up
And ice it up
I got on my shit and iced it up
I hop on that bitch and I pipe it up
Pipe it up Pipe it up
I get on that shit and I pipe it up
I hop in the whip and i pipe it up
Lil nigga you geeked better tighten up
Lil nigga got mad told em lighten up
Sometimes I put my eye to the mirror to see what I mean
Temptation her name and she buy me a drink
Back at the mirror to See what i think
She said that she wanna link on the beach
Link on the beach
To lighten the load
She think I'm wise like I'm 90 year old
Nigga I'm 19
I think my life is a pipe dream
The beat come in smoother than gravy
You built like you playing for JV
The trophy on lock and its mine for the taking
She hop in the chopper
Told that hoe that I wasn't her father
She thought she was smooth but I caught her
They thought shit was sweet till I popped up
On top of these niggas I dropped em
But I gotta start from the bottom
Bitch are you kidding me im drownin in henessey
They put 3.5 in a blunt and its killing me
That girl is my enemy
And she wanna run with the gang
She robbing them niggas for change
She wanna move up the ranks
She wanna move with the rhythm
She wanna go go get em
She wanna ho go get em
She wanna go go get em
She want my bro don't hit em
Don't hit em
Don't hit the man
Don't give a damn
Figure it out
F*ck it up
Running up
The nicest stuff
Then lighten up
And ice it up
I got on my shit and iced it up
I hop on that bitch and I pipe it up
Pipe it up pipe it up
I get on that shit and I pipe it up
I hop in the whip and I pipe it up
Lil nigga you geeked better tighten up
Pipe it up Pipe it up
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English
That shit aint cool lil nigga just stop it
Cause I know some niggas with rockets
With 10 thousand racks in they pockets
That go to the bank make deposits
And the bank wanna know how they got it
I swear that them niggas from Gotham
Cause half of these niggas is robin
And half of they bitches went shopping
Cause half of these niggas is plotting
Glizzies on glizzies they cocking
Don't open the door when he knocking
Cause run inside and start popping
I got some loud
I got some loud at the house for the niggas down south that can smoke out the pound
Running around like I sell by the ounce that the niggas on go don't how to pronounce
She hit me up with the pow, she wanted me then and she still want me now
She wanna scream
She wanna shout
She wanna cry she wanna pout
She wanna run all my routes like a football coach
I'm f*cking up all these hoes
Throwing a spiral its out of control
Some of my niggas is out on parole
And some are not
This all we got
No its not
Figure it out
F*ck it up
Running up
The nicest stuff
Then lighten up
And ice it up
I got on my shit and iced it up
I hop on that bitch and I pipe it up
Pipe it up Pipe it up
I get on that shit and I pipe it up
I hop in the whip and i pipe it up
Lil nigga you geeked better tighten up
Lil nigga got mad told em lighten up
Sometimes I put my eye to the mirror to see what I mean
Temptation her name and she buy me a drink
Back at the mirror to See what i think
She said that she wanna link on the beach
Link on the beach
To lighten the load
She think I'm wise like I'm 90 year old
Nigga I'm 19
I think my life is a pipe dream
The beat come in smoother than gravy
You built like you playing for JV
The trophy on lock and its mine for the taking
She hop in the chopper
Told that hoe that I wasn't her father
She thought she was smooth but I caught her
They thought shit was sweet till I popped up
On top of these niggas I dropped em
But I gotta start from the bottom
Bitch are you kidding me im drownin in henessey
They put 3.5 in a blunt and its killing me
That girl is my enemy
And she wanna run with the gang
She robbing them niggas for change
She wanna move up the ranks
She wanna move with the rhythm
She wanna go go get em
She wanna ho go get em
She wanna go go get em
She want my bro don't hit em
Don't hit em
Don't hit the man
Don't give a damn
Figure it out
F*ck it up
Running up
The nicest stuff
Then lighten up
And ice it up
I got on my shit and iced it up
I hop on that bitch and I pipe it up
Pipe it up pipe it up
I get on that shit and I pipe it up
I hop in the whip and I pipe it up
Lil nigga you geeked better tighten up
Pipe it up Pipe it up
Cause I know some niggas with rockets
With 10 thousand racks in they pockets
That go to the bank make deposits
And the bank wanna know how they got it
I swear that them niggas from Gotham
Cause half of these niggas is robin
And half of they bitches went shopping
Cause half of these niggas is plotting
Glizzies on glizzies they cocking
Don't open the door when he knocking
Cause run inside and start popping
I got some loud
I got some loud at the house for the niggas down south that can smoke out the pound
Running around like I sell by the ounce that the niggas on go don't how to pronounce
She hit me up with the pow, she wanted me then and she still want me now
She wanna scream
She wanna shout
She wanna cry she wanna pout
She wanna run all my routes like a football coach
I'm f*cking up all these hoes
Throwing a spiral its out of control
Some of my niggas is out on parole
And some are not
This all we got
No its not
Figure it out
F*ck it up
Running up
The nicest stuff
Then lighten up
And ice it up
I got on my shit and iced it up
I hop on that bitch and I pipe it up
Pipe it up Pipe it up
I get on that shit and I pipe it up
I hop in the whip and i pipe it up
Lil nigga you geeked better tighten up
Lil nigga got mad told em lighten up
Sometimes I put my eye to the mirror to see what I mean
Temptation her name and she buy me a drink
Back at the mirror to See what i think
She said that she wanna link on the beach
Link on the beach
To lighten the load
She think I'm wise like I'm 90 year old
Nigga I'm 19
I think my life is a pipe dream
The beat come in smoother than gravy
You built like you playing for JV
The trophy on lock and its mine for the taking
She hop in the chopper
Told that hoe that I wasn't her father
She thought she was smooth but I caught her
They thought shit was sweet till I popped up
On top of these niggas I dropped em
But I gotta start from the bottom
Bitch are you kidding me im drownin in henessey
They put 3.5 in a blunt and its killing me
That girl is my enemy
And she wanna run with the gang
She robbing them niggas for change
She wanna move up the ranks
She wanna move with the rhythm
She wanna go go get em
She wanna ho go get em
She wanna go go get em
She want my bro don't hit em
Don't hit em
Don't hit the man
Don't give a damn
Figure it out
F*ck it up
Running up
The nicest stuff
Then lighten up
And ice it up
I got on my shit and iced it up
I hop on that bitch and I pipe it up
Pipe it up pipe it up
I get on that shit and I pipe it up
I hop in the whip and I pipe it up
Lil nigga you geeked better tighten up
Pipe it up Pipe it up
Writer: Phillex Stewart
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