DANNY GLOVER Lyrics

No you can't hide it

No you can't hide it

He tryna get him a rip

He tryna get him a kill

That nigga up in the field, oh yeah, he toting for real

That nigga up in the field, oh yeah, he thuggin for real

How do y'all young niggas feel

Up on the block, you get killed

Rock out the show, yeah, I need a, uh

Rock out the show, yeah, I need a mill

Rock out the show, I don't need no, uh

Rock out the show, I don't need no deal

Nigga, they hatin', they squeal

Swear to God, these niggas can get killed

We pushin' limits for real

I meant we pushin' P's for real

And I can't go back to that time

Everybody slidin' and everybody dying

I can't go back to that time

Nigga was fakin', nigga was lyin

I will never testify

On my bros or on my guys

You lil' niggas, y'all gon' die

We gone slide

We slide, we keep that fire

A nigga, they play, they seeing that drac

That choppa, gon' bang, it shoot at his face

I want me some bands, I want me some cake

I wake up, chase that lil' shit every day

These niggas gon' hate, these niggas be fake

These niggas be slime, these niggas be snake

I go get away and close them gates

These fuck niggas play', get shot in the face

All I want is the money, all I want is the bands

Big blue racks fallin' out my pants

Bad lil' bitch, she, she doin' her dance

Put that lil' bitch in a three-point stance

Yeah, I go get that cake

You niggas be all in the way

And naw y'all can't eat off my plate

I gotta go get it

You know a young nigga can't stay

You know a young nigga get cake

Say we in our lane

You know that you niggas be lame

You know y'all can't fuck with the gang

We hop out this blow this lil' bitch at your brain

Fuck niggas talk, then we leavin' the stain

And I got that money, that lil' shit comin

You know that I'm goin' fast like a train

We got that money, we stack by the

We got that money, we stack by the way

I got that cake, I got that bread

I got that, all in your face

Niggas gon' play, niggas gon' die

He get a erased we shoot K's

Leave no trace, we shoot K's

At your face

We get bands, run it up

Put them racks in a safe

Get your hands, put them up

If you makin' cake today

Put your hands in the air

If you feelin' good today

Put your Glocks in the air

For your gang, you won't play

We shoot Glocks at your head

If you play, then you lame

And my niggas gunna

They gon' hunt you

Bout that bread and butter

I got choppers on me, nigga

Keep them cutters, motherfucker

I don't want her, I don't need her

That's your bitch, nah, I don't trust her

I just hit her, then I duck her, hell

Nah, I don't love her

Makin' money, gettin' racks

Hittin' shit like Danny Glover

Put that shit up on the floor

Makin' bread, we makin' dough

Count it up, we at your door

For a nigga tight, we at his throat

Uh, I'ma slide and take his hoe

Uh, I'ma slide, we keep that pole

Uh, nigga, yeah, y'all ass get smoked

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