Hollywood ft. Jigga City Lyrics

Mmm, Maika

Nigga, I've been tryna kill him

I don't wanna rap, Knock a opp down, And fuck his sister

That's a sad fact

GGG gang, Bitch, We air it out, And double back

Don't let me catch your bitch up at that club,

I'ma check her trap

You ain't get no pape up out this bitch, You is not a P

They use to wanna be from the gang They ain't make the team

His baby mama gave the drop to the house, That's how we got the P's

Why my name up in your mouth? You was askin' me for a feat

You outside, ain't got no house? That's a cup of tea

I just wanna fuck Dream Doll, throwin' up the G

We was on them skits, I know we popped him

Cause I heard him scream

Everybody rappin' bout a fuckin' body

Nigga, Boy, Please

Google rainier ave, Shootin's, most of em's AVE

Start a business, Covered up the tracks, Young master P

I'm on this bitch head like a frontal, all about my fee

Niggas mad at me, They can't get a bitch to rub they feet

They say I'm gettin' fat, I ain't trippin', It's the crab I eat

Ice down, When I come around, They wanna grab on me

Hollywood, Maik, still hit the hood for the white tees

Hollywood, Maik, still hit the moes for the gold teeth

I'm a Grimey nigga, But I got designer on these feet

Look at my neck, All diamonds, no Mr. T

Undefeated, Feel like Mayweather, We the money team

These bitches all up on my line, Tryin' to eat my seem

Buss it, Bitch bounce that ass for a lil' Tanaa money

Buss it, Bitch bounce that ass, She got them dollars comin

GGG gang, We got em' mad cause they ain't doin' nothin

Them ain't my opps, They be hatin' cause the bitches love it

GGG gang, Bitch, We air it out and double back

Don't let me catch your bitch up in that club, Ima check her trap

You ain't get no pape up out this bitch, You is not a P

They use to wanna be from the gang, They ain't make the team

GGG

Don't know who he runnin' with, nigga, not us

I'm just tryna fuck a rap nigga, baby mama

Not you, broke bitches

Bring the hoes with the commas and condoms

You bitches can't be my baby mama

Bitch, Bitch, Im City you might catch me in blood

Threw the biddy and the Crip, bitches love me

I might fuck her just for Kenny, keep it sticky

That bitch gave you the drop when she was with me

And you miss me? I'm still talkin' shit

These niggas shitty, suicide about the kitty, huh

Thought he was a P

Doggie never seen who hit him up

Polly was a G, Sellin' rainier Ave merch baby call me for a tee,

But why she leave with out the merch? Shit, prolly was the D

Big bitch don't ask me about no studio

I been in the streets, ain't no killers from they gang

Why? All of em' deceased

Jigg, why you Hollywood? Cause these niggas is police

Jigg, why you Hollywood

Feel like Houston' off the lean

Baby, Bust it, Bitch, Pop that shit for my brother, Gen

Bust it, Bitch, Pop that shit for my cousin, Ken

Rainier Ave music

We the reason why they Ave'n' in

Keep it stack half-easy, Math, I be cashin' in

Money over bitches, If she with me, Then she runs it in

Pussy say he slithered through the block

Tell him come again

That pistol case, The people wanted eight, I gave my lawyer ten

Might belong in Vegas, they keep sayin' I'm in love with Sin

Stock clip is in

Fuck a 30, Never needed that

Brody got the 50 when he stopped the whole scenes a wrap

Niggas say they on me, Let's be honest

We believin' that, You know me, Then you know we been poppin

Aint no need to cap

GGG, Gang, Bitch, we air it out, double back

Don't let me catch your bitch up at that club

I'ma check her trap

You ain't get no pape up out this bitch, You is not a P

They use to wanna be from the gang

They ain't make the team

Make the team