Stuck in my ways Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
That's my man, Stoney
Ayo, Chris, pour me up
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
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They talkin' out they body drop the lo, they never slidin
Been bendin' through them blocks, can't catch a opp, they always hidin
If we catch him up in traffic, switch through lanes, get to glidin
Roll up on him, hit his head, speak on gang, somebody dyin'
I'm up in that booth, smokin' big blunts. Ain't nothin' less than a 3.5
Said he want smoke, we gon' deep fryem him. We want all war, fuck a peace sign
They gon' run rick when they see that Nissan
If they ain't on they block, then we gon' rewind
If he speakin' on me, know that he lyin'. Boy, a pussy more like a feline
I'm stuck on my ways, worried about a bag been stuck ina trap, countin' up them racks
Just spent me a band, re up onna trap. Just give me a day, gon make it right back
And you know I be hustlin' out here, that's a fact. And that shit they sayin', know it's cap
Say they gettin' money, but they really bummy on Bro, that funny shit wack
Like, y'all be out your body. Like, y'all be movin' lolly
Catch me slippin', boy, I hope they try me. Like, I'ma catch a homi
Like, I'ma up and blam. Catch two hit you and your mans
Boy, you a bitch tryin' beef on a gram. You ain't my opp, can't show me a band
They talkin' out they body. Drop the low, they ain't never slidin
Been bendin' through them blocks, can't catch a opp, they always hidin
If we catch him up in traffic, switch through lanes, get to glidin
Roll up on him, hit his head. Speak on gang, somebody dyin
I'm up in that booth, smokin' big blunts. Ain't nothin' less than a 3.5
Said he want smoke, we gon' deep fry em. We want all war, fuck a peace sign
They gon' run Rick when they see that Nissan If they ain't on they block then we gon' rewind
If he speakin' on me, know that he lyin'. Boy, a pussy more like a feline
Hope you got your gat cause I keep mine, You know that's a bet
Upin that 40, send shots to his chest, Whole gang movin' foul like they handin' out techs
I been goin' wild, been steppin' on necks, All these rappers hatin' cause I'm next
Y'all be stressin' like I took a test. Big breadwinner know all of the flex
Better do ya homework, who really got motion? Really hit different they cap on some hoe shit
They act like they got it, they bank account toasted, go hard in the trap on that corner, I'm posted
They said that I changed, but I don't give a fuck. Want the old me, but they outta luck
Stuck up in my ways, worried about them bucks. I be pushin' weight, pushin' like a truck
They talkin' out they body. Drop the lo, They never slidin'
Been bendin' through them blocks, can't catch a opp, they always hidin'
If we catch him up in traffic, switch through lanes, get the glidin
Roll up on him, hit his head. speak on gang, somebody dyin
I'm up in that booth, smokin' big blunts. Ain't nothin' less than a 3.5
Said he want smoke, we gon' deep fryem . We want all war, fuck a peace sign
They gon' run rick when they see that Nissan. If they ain't on they block then we gon' rewind
If he speakin' on me, know that he lyin'. Boy, a pussy more like a feline
Gang, gang, gang, gang..
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