Burnout E

I told 'em we can go half and get To it. Put some bitches on the way and They used to it. Put the powder on a Plate and watch that bitch go up. I'm a bowl of five piece so that bitch Shows up. It ain't no half-pimpin', it get real When the bitch leave. Runnin' away, she on a Plane with your five G's. In the hood like an engine though. Four fours and a ten so we get low. Better flip so I had to let the homies Know. She give the rounds backstage at the homie's Show. I had to hard a bitch up to A young ho. She was fuckin' for the friend, That's a no-no. Pants still saggin' like what? We ain't never trippin' off a ho want blunts. I can tell you niggas really don't want funk. We pullin' up on niggas like dunk. Pull it out my lap, used to run it From the trunk. Yellin' at the top of my Motherfuckin' lungs. Better duck little homie 'cause This ain't what you want. Ridin' 'round the bitty like we don't give fuck. A Shout out to my boy J. Worthy, man, this be real, man, callin' from state Prison. You know I'm sayin'? You're a real homie, you know what I mean? From day one when first embraced you, came with Open arms and you came back and gave everybody What we always asked for, these lures, You know what I mean? Love you, bro. Shit's funky, you can smell it out the kitchen. Bathroom lookin' like I run a ho convention. Never sleep where you shit at. It's a lot goin' on over here. Definition of a real trap. I was young, livin' real fast. Drivin' down the one-oh-one, holla if you mean that. I'm lookin' for some feedback. Do it knock, do it bump like the forty-five I peel back. From a town where the legends Wear they P hat. If you ain't playin' for this team, better pick Back. Get money out a bitch ass. Pimp shit for you, homie, yeah, I do it For the quick cash. I do it for the thugs and they ski Masks. Chuckin' up the hood while he smokin' on A dip black. Chubby nigga, no six-pack. Ho thicker than a Snicker, drop off and she Gon' get that. She gon' get that. The person you have called is unavailable right now. Stupid bitch, where my money at? Tired of these silly ass hoes, better have my Cash. I'm in the cell, where we thuggin' at? Poster where the drugs be at, the homies don't Know how to act. Got the west side sewed up. Whole hood gone nuts, all the bitches chose up. If she choose him, better ho up. I was doin' this before a nigga was a Grown-up. Still do it like I never left. Ask where we from, watch me chuck the set. Came up with some niggas from the black tech. Round boy six, man, I'm talkin' 'bout real facts. But a nigga from the town, though. Why these bitches all up in my business tryna Brown-nose? Just because we ridin' clean, They think a nigga sell dope. Hoppin' out on niggas and that shit you can't Pronounce, ho. Can't pronounce, ho. You can't Pronounce, ho. Pronounce, ho. Shout to my nigga J. Worthy, you know what I'm sayin'? Blood and drugs, You know what I'm sayin'? From the PN all The way to the streets though, you know what I mean? Lil No, that's how we do this Shit. From the freeway to the one-dub, I'm turnt up. S on Bloods, I'm Lil No from the MGs. Ball like a Texan on Kim cheese. West on the Ave, my YGs. White Ts, fresh Nikes. Dope dealer, certified go-getter. Never been no yes-man, just call me Lil No, Nigga. Five missed calls, shit I gotta get to it. It's money, no wait, hop in traffic now I'm Moving. Hit the hood, make a play, homies hanging Out with me. Got love for the set, this A YG moment. Grab the money off the dresser, Can't fold under pressure. She'll play you for trick, only if you ask Later. Trapping out the Teddy way in the Eastside. Got the burner in the stash and the homie G ride. Pull up on face and the homie G ride. Brazil street thriving then I'm to the Fo' line. Bros crash the Bencho, bitch I'm banging Both sides. If something go down then the homies Gonna ride. New York in the morning, can't miss That flight. Turn around bitch, I'll be back that Night. Pants still sagging like what? Got my denim tailored 'cause I got my money Up. Yeah, your number One. Won't you? Number one, Your number one. Anything, thing, Thing. Anything. Yo, this your boy A$AP Yams, Yamborghini. Little Newport, the Puerto Rican R. Kelly, the Puerto Rican Bobby Brown in this Motherfucker. Activist Gaddafi in this motherfucker, You feel me? You know what saying? J Worthy, what's popping? Shaw House, what's popping? We be hopping. Holla at me, what's the word? Fill my ice to the brim, mix the Quali With the seven. Pop a Perc with your mans, Getting low on the seven. Sunday night in the Benz, still lacing up my Timbs. Like a nigga in the East, mama know That I'm a beast. Couldn't keep me out the Streets, selling weed wasn't shit. I could move a couple P's, had a yop In every week. Then I started selling soft, homie started selling Keys. BBM pins on the Berry how we speak. Let the smokers have a sample, smoke it right In front of me. So they showed us how To cook it, after that I turned to P. 'Cause dealing with junkies wasn't never low-key. Now I sit my bitches down up in them Hotel suites. Charge double for a duo, nigga, 20 toes deep. Blow Dutchies in the leather, count money in my Sleep. Niggas claim they from the gang but to The turf they never been. I'ma show you how to do it like the Homies showed me. Yeah, nigga. The shit I lived through, and the shit a Nigga seen, Made me the nigga that I am today, nigga. You niggas better learn the history before you start Jumping into this shit, blood. It's real shit out here. On dead homies. We may not have a mansion on a hill. Mink coats and diamonds by the score. But the things we have...