In My Projects (FREESTYLE) ft. Keezy, Yellz & Tha Problem Lyrics

It's DMK in this his bitch man ,Gang shit

Ay, we in the East and we ridin' 3 deep

Call Keezy with the 30 , she gon' slide with the heat

Ay, we keep sticks and we always on D

Forever lock with my bitches, we don't need no fuckin' key

In my projects, bitch, we really eat

And we all have emotion, ain't no bums around me

On the dubs, DMK

We'll wipe you off your feet, leave you in the street

Or leave you slumped on the seat

Look, I'm in a Honda, but I'm lurkin' in your projects

Ride through the hood like I'm workin' in your projects

You hoes replicas, somethin' like a stock X

Heard you been cappin' on the net, you need to stop that

It's time to get money, lil' bitch, where your watch at

Fam actin' weird too, damn, I need a mousetrap

Ice on my neck, Mr. T, I need a skullcap

Thirty to her head, let it blow, that's a skulltap

I stand on business, like a top hat

Pockets on BBL status, you can't stop that

Fake bitches dissin' on the net like where the drop at

Don't let me catch you in the East, bitch, cause we gon' park that

Bitches can't even fuck with me

And you can look around, you don't see a duck with me

Glizzy tucked with me, bout the gang empty

Every bitch you see around, you see they stuck with me

You won't see us in the club without a section

He ain't talkin' money, Im not coming in his direction

Ejected out the lineup, ain't up for selection

Real disrespect, hell nah, I don't respect shit

If you think I'm not that bitch, bet a bag on it

Ask your nigga ho, yeah, I keep that bag on me

Give me a country nigga accent with a drag on it

But I like my nigga's hood pants with a sag on it

When I suck it, yeah, he bust like a rocket

And when I'm done, I'ma run through his pockets

Your nigga givin' trick vibes, I can spot it

He comin' home, tell that nigga stop it

Nigga, who is you? You is broke, you are not my type

When it come to you, yeah, ain't gotta decide

Pockets hurtin', yeah, yeah, you paper deprived

Can't even ask you to slide, but we gon' keep pressure apaplied

Glocks out, chops out, we gon' shake some

If I took a nigga, best believe he gon' break some

I ain't never took a nigga from no lame bitch

Just because I took the nigga, we are not the same bitch

On Demon time with this Glock 27

If a bitch wanna play me, I'ma send her up to heaven

We ain't gotta say shit, bitch, you know who really steppin

She askin' bout a nigga, bitch, you know who he be textin

Tell a bitch, stop frontin, before I pop out and drop some

Don't want your nigga, but I bet I make him top some

In my projects, we posted with the blicks

I ain't really with the talkin', but I'm really with the shit, ayy

I'm in his whip, we be tucked behind ten

I be loaded off the cooks, rollin' blunts up out the zip

I'm never swervin' cause I'm always in my lane

Put a bitch up in the dirt, do a hunnid bout the gang, bitch