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Ay no S-Class cuz the GT drop out ayy
Nah that was really Will
That nigga pulled up
Probation office two days after jail
That nigga pulled up in a 745 BMW
And the nigga had a Glock on him
On my mama that nigga was a gangsta
On my mama
Ay no S-Class cuz the GT drop out
Pull off on they ass
Press the gas till it top out
Baby got some ass
She about to let the top out
Pull up real fast on they ass with the glock out
Blockow
Blockow
Clear the whole block out
Never turn a fade down
Never had to cop out
Money in my pocket
Hit the liquor store and got out
Buy a dollar Arizona but I pull the whole knot out
Ay
Boy I'm from the Murda
I'm gone bring the whole block out
I's to the E's got the G's in the hideout
Make it hard to breathe
Ain't no breeze when it's hot out
Niggas know me
Everybody call me legend
Everybody here my cousin
Everybody here my brethren
I ain't never had to sweat it
Make them call a paramedic
Got them calling for the heavens
Ain't no falling
I'm a get it like
I'm really that nigga they pretend to be
Pull up on a opp like remember me
Hating ass nigga give me energy
Line them all up like symmetry
I been getting money but they already know it
I ain't even got to call them cuz they already going
We ain't even put no pressure
Niggas already folding
I ain't never got to ask cuz I'm already holding like
Ay no S-Class cuz the GT drop out
Pull off on they ass
Press the gas till it top out
Baby got some ass
She about to let the top out
Pull up real fast on they ass with the glock out
Blockow
Blockow
Clear the whole block out
Never turn a fade down
Never had to cop out
Money in my pocket
Hit the liquor store and got out
Never had a blemish
Put me in the book of Guinness
Grew up with the killers
Murda Murda business
Really independent
I was really in the trenches
Took the 40 off the little homie
Nigga he ain't in it
I be on the block
Where them niggas say I'm not
I was pulling out stocks now I'm pulling out stocks
Came a long way from the glock
In the sock by the battery box
In case we had to be stopped
I can tell a lot cuz a nigga really did that
Run up in the crib
We gone Rob the whole kickback
Got to aim low cuz you know it got kick back
Got to stay low you know them niggas want get back
Ay
We made it out a place they don't make it
If you want to get it just believe it when you say it
I'm a real nigga and I know them niggas hate it
When the song come on
Everybody bout to play it like
No S-Class cuz the GT drop out
Pull off on they ass
Press the gas till it top out
Baby got some ass
She about to let the top out
Pull up real fast on they ass with the glock out
Blockow
Blockow
Clear the whole block out
Never turn a fade down
Never had to cop out
Money in my pocket
Hit the liquor store and got out
Buy a dollar Arizona but I pull the whole knot out
Ay
Boy I'm from the Murda
I'm gone bring the whole block out
I's to the E's got the G's in the hideout
Make it hard to breathe
Ain't no breeze when it's hot out
Niggas know me
Everybody call me legend
Everybody here my cousin
Everybody here my brethren
I ain't never had to sweat it
Make them call a paramedic
Got them calling for the heavens
Ain't no falling
I'm a get it like
WRITERS
William Evans
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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