Homeboy On A Shirt (feat. Gucci Mane) E

Redid my grill in July. That bitch like Fourth of July. Fly Emma Ritz to Dubai. Might just stay fly in new fives. I put your pop on Fox 5. Mr. Eleven alive. My hood bang beats like a hive. They might shoot dice with your life. It's suicide, you try Gucci. You must be stupid or high. You must be death struck or depressed 'cause you Know you gonna die. I'm an ape out a cage. I'ma die of old age. Nigga, this me, I'm so paid. I get 'em whacked on the stage. Get 'em scripted in the studio like a hoe On a stage. Gucci Mane and 1017, We got the crowd in a rage. Mr. Moreland Avenue, I trick your boy out the Blaze. That was back in the day, but I'm Still stuck in my ways. Gucci. We homeboy on a shirt. We gon' sell it like it's merch. Put that nigga in the dirt and I know Your feelings hurt. You can't come to where I'm From, you get robbed or you get murked. If you scared, then go to church. Smoke a opp like he was purp. We put your homeboy on a shirt. We gon' sell it like it's merch. Put that nigga in the dirt and I know Your feelings hurt. You can't come to where I'm From, you get robbed or you get murked. If you scared, then go to church. Smoke a opp like he was purp. Ooh, ah. Boy, you know you not gon' slide. Ooh, ah. Boy, you know you not gon' slide. Ooh, ah. Boy, you know you not gon' slide. Ooh, ah. Boy, you know you not gon' slide. Say I stop the clock, release the shocks. I'm '90s baby, cradle rock. Forgot to hold myself. Re-pick it up, I can't control myself. It's bad that I'm the bitch who with the Shit. I know the hurt they felt. Diamond grills come from the field. You know my young niggas be holding that. Take one, take one, take two. They feeling blue. Got Benji flipping, Benji coup. And he be playing peekaboo. I see you, nigga, look at you. I'm so icy in the summer. I'm so icy in the winter. I'm so icy like a comet. 1017 in all black Sprinters. Know I only fuck with winners. ABC learning, straight beginner. I'm a cold-hearted bitch. Hurt your feelings, got you pissed. Suck your soul, snatch your kids. Have you running, slit your wrist. Ain't no telling when I'm lit. I'll bust your head down with this bitch. Your homeboy on a shirt. We gon' sell it like it's merch. Put that nigga in the dirt and I know Your feelings hurt. You can't come to where I'm From, you get robbed or you get murked. If you scared, then go to church. Smoke a opp like he was purp. We put your homeboy on a shirt. We gon' sell it like it's merch. Put that nigga in the dirt and I know Your feelings hurt. You can't come to where I'm From, you get robbed or you get murked. If you scared, then go to church. Smoke a opp like he was purp. Ooh, ah. Boy, you know you not gon' slide. Ooh, ah. Boy, you know you not gon' slide. Ooh, ah. Boy, you know you not gon' slide. Ooh, ah. Boy, you know you not gon' slide.