Lyons To Bayshore ft. BIZZLE & Spoda Lyrics

Uh-uh

Hey

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Hey

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Hey

Yo, yo

I'm cooking up fish inside a mason jar

You in interrogation, bout to make a song

If you ain't ready to get active, why you get involved

Why? Niggas thinkin' shit sweet, like they won't get home

Aw man

I'm from that avenue where we was pitching hard

I am

Serving all the white fiends up at the bar

Yeah

We used to pay the dope fiends just to use the car

Turd

They is not like us, nigga, not by far

They not

You get too off with some work, you better take that charge

Respectfully

But you not, you gon' try to take the first exit

You gotta hold your own weight like a bitch pressin

You gon' see who really fooled when shit get hectic

Learned the game to stay solid since a adolescent

They fuck with me now, I'm well-respected, well-connected

Machine be zoned, I'm well with fashion

Too lit, oh, cuz you gotta be aware of the traffic

What

Yup

This a nigga

Indeed

Yeah, yeah, it's me

Spoke

Big walk, nigga, big check

I'm talkin' Smith Street era

You had to be there in real time

Drug sales and shootouts

Niggas committing real crimes

Bunch of snotty-nosed kids ridin' bikes and niggas knockin

Hide and go get it with bitches

Now I'm finger-poppin

Frisky

You need this vocal work, then come get with me

Bring them duckets

Even if you got a budget

Fuck it

I does it

The public love it

I'm hovering, no one's above it

Life is a bitch, I'm just tryna fuck it

I tap dance on the beat

But I don't tap dance in lipsticks with MP

Bitches give us a lap

And damn, you suck

One is flyin' in the air like paper planes

You've been a lame cuz you was born a lame

You tried to switch lanes and crashed out fuckin' with Ronnie

You tried and choked

You don't want the smoke to smoke

They be cappin' when they rappin

That's the okey-doke

That ain't how it's supposed to go