Got It From Memphis Lyrics

LA (Memphistrackboy)

Yea (Let's go)

Aye, Aye

I just bought a choppa and I got it from Memphis

Now how I feel hop out on Beale and chill with three different bitches

I can't fuck with rats that's that on that won't blemish my image

I'm in the M like one of them not them the windows is tinted

(Aye)

We in this bitch like the shottas

I'm rocking new polo the that don't come with the collar

Tell em' to come see the doctor I got em'

I'm filling exotic prescriptions for dolla's

LA on the the fitted, but still in the trenches

I'm so Mississippi but fuckin' wit Memphis

When I'm in the city I'm linkin' with Track cooking tracks in the kitchen

He screamin' let's get it (Let's go) uh

Know I'm the shit check my residue

They like my smile and my style it's impeccable

I like em' nice pussy tight as my schedule

I swim with sharks turn you pussies to edibles

Cut off yo head and head off who to mail it to, junt from the M booty moving like jelly do

Love her like money she do what I tell her to

Open this sack, all this thrax it'll yell at you

Who that is in the car with you, shots to the ribs now you new Memphis barbeque

Tell em' fly to the sky that's what Ja' would do, score on a play without calling an audible

We not compatible no I can't rock with you

I got a Glock or two so do my partna too, so now what's stopping you

I got a junt but yo junt from the M so my G let me swap when she not with you

I just bought a choppa and I got it from Memphis

Now how I feel hop out on Beale and chill with three different bitches

I can't fuck with rats that's that on that won't blemish my image

I'm in the M like one of them not them the windows is tinted

(Aye)

I just bought a choppa and I got it from Memphis

Now how I feel hop out on Beale and chill with three different bitches

I can't fuck with rats that's that on that won't blemish my image

I'm in the M like one of them not them the windows is tinted

(Aye)

I'm just here for the dough, I'm on I-55 with this bitch to the floor

I just got me some kicks and a fit from the store, wit a choppa that match it hold fifty or more

I been ballin' streets taught me to give it and go

Had to go roll the dice hit a six and a four

Ima kidnap the plug if I'm missing a bow and we kicking ya ass if you kick in the door

Suited up so let's handle business, all about the weight I'm pushin' fitness

I call her bae she hide it in her titties

Stuff her like a turkey, touch her kidneys

Won't leave a ace, my trace, or even a witness

Money tall a Crown Vic wit sixes, white fit, white shoes, white coupe, I drive it like a new Infiniti

I just bought a choppa and I got it from Memphis

Now how I feel hop out on Beale and chill with three different bitches

I can't fuck with rats that's that on that won't blemish my image

I'm in the M like one of them not them the windows is tinted

(Aye)

I just bought a choppa and I got it from Memphis

Now how I feel hop out on Beale and chill with three different bitches

I can't fuck with rats that's that on that won't blemish my image

I'm in the M like one of them not them the windows is tinted

(Aye)

Yea, (Aye) Got it from Memphis (Aye)

Hop out on Beale and chill with three different bitches (Aye)

Yea, I just got it from Memphis (Aye)

Yea, bitch out in Memphis (Yea)