550 ((Sped Up)) Lyrics

Ight we gon' go straight through on this bitch

One take Timmy nigga ahaha

Fuck is these niggas talking about

Niggas don't wanna see you shining

Niggas don't wanna see you gleaming

Niggas don't don't wanna see you doing ya thug-thizzle nigga

Watch this, I said look

I was getting too much money

They tried to backdoor me

Niggas starting switchin' cuz they peep my star qualities

The envy in they eyes made me feel like they was gon' body me

Forced them niggas out my lane

Cuz I'm in a big body, yeah

I don't do beef, I keep my distance and 38

I'm doing me, fuck all the politics, and the fakes

Leave all that broke shit at the red light hit the brakes (stop that shit)

And nigga I'm 550 but I never talk to the jakes

Vroom, Vroom I'm going fast get out my way

I don't need new friends or fake friends

I need a hundred mill and a K

I need some new plays that won't get me Indicted so mama could see better days

I need a loyal bitch with the best pussy

Ion wanna give these hoes play

I gotta find my way out the hood cuz these niggas wanna see my last day

Paranoid…I started keepin' a blade

Paranoid...I just googled where to buy a 38?

I'm in between keeping my sauce on tuck

And doing the money fan in they face

And I promise that I ain't gon' die in the hood

As long as in my bag and out the way.

I was getting too much money

They tried to backdoor me

Niggas starting switchin' cuz they peep my star qualities

The envy in they eyes made me feel like they was gon' body me

Forced them niggas out my lane

Cuz I'm in a big body, yeah

I don't do beef, I keep my distance and 38

I'm doing me, fuck all the politics, and the fakes

Leave all that broke shit at the red light hit the brakes (stop that shit)

And nigga I'm 550 but I never talk to the jakes

I gotta keep my family close

And watch my enemies through binoculars

I don't sink ships, keep my lips zipped

Y'all be conversating with the officers

Congregating with the gossipers

Y'all be fake, phonies, and impostors

I don't call niggas bro no more

Cause Bro be making all the obstacles

Niggas make me nervous when they start moving to wocky

I've been in the hood for too long it feels like the reapers clocking me

The sky is falling, The walls are closing, It's always dark out

You get any bright ideas niggas will surely screw your bulb out

I'm out the way and neutral like Malcolm in the middle

And I wish a pussy would play like a cat playing a fiddle

I had to hide my salary cuz they'll clap at you before they clap for you

They'll stab you in the back in the back ally then go and change the back story

I was getting too much money

They tried to backdoor me

Niggas starting switchin' cuz they peep my star qualities

The envy in they eyes made me feel like they was gon' body me

Forced them niggas out my lane

Cuz I'm in a big body, yeah

I don't do beef, I keep my distance and 38

I'm doing me, fuck all the politics, and the fakes

Leave all that broke shit at the red light hit the brakes (stop that shit)

And nigga I'm 550 but I never talk to the jakes