Interlude ft. Jay Da Mobb Lyrics

Shhh, strxch made it

What I say

Alr bet

Spinnin' through the zone in a Chrysler, tryna drop somethin'

Glizz on me, hangin' out the Vette, on my Pop Hunna

Ruger poppin' out the cut, he tryna pop sumn

Red beam on the glee, tryna dot sumn

Lil' nigga ain't a threat, it ain't shit to put some bread on em

Niggas quick to get to tellin' soon as they put that time on em

Thought you was solid, but you know niggas born phony

Ain't fuckin' with nobody, come down, they gon' fold on you

I ain't never get took out nothin', woulda stol'd on you

Fuck that, a nigga push my button, then the pole on em

I'm in the streets, only rappin' for the pros innit

You can think I'm sweet, push up and I'ma hoe niggas

I know the real niggas never what they be

They gon perp for the net, till I find where niggas sleep

Made it through the jungle, I was blowin' through the trees

Before I seen a Drac, I was onna six with E

Hold up, get a money call, that's before I brush my teeth

Gettin' pros, I ain't fuck with class, I was leavin'

Bitch jus took a yerkie, it got her hangin' out the V

I was thuggin by myself, bitch I ain't need no company

Went on trips to that yeaa, nigga it ain't come to me

Bet I won't spend nothin', he ain't nothin' but some weed

Walk a nigga down onna cam, tryna see em bleed

Nigga, you the type to leave yo brotha, you ain't real as me

Bitch, I do this shit for my T's and my C's nem

And the hoe wanna fuck but I made her talk to Jesus

Alr