louboutins looking like it's meant for me
i got shooters on they wass if them niggas want grief
this the life of every hood nigga dream
there's nights that i couldn't went to sleep
but pressa got a story of a life you won't believe
gotta spill blood if you really wanna hang
before you leave your house you gotta always check your mag
pressa picked up every time that phone rang
niggas bitching up you well know what you signed up for
and i'm on my block pitching shit like a pitchfork
niggas want smoke then we turn a nigga newport
niggas ain't built from the cloth where we been torn
riding in my city and you know i got my top down
bitch i love my nina but i love how my fifth sounds
go buck wild got a glizzy it's a trey pound
everyting ah fi get licked down
i just sold him whip down
go and learn your wrist now
if you hustle make it count nuh
i think i need my money count
louboutins looking like it's meant for me
i got shooters on they wass if them niggas want grief
you don't even know what these niggas do for money
niggas getting money all of sudden all a suddy
50 on his head catch him and do it for mommy
shoot a nigga dead on his block and then we out
i came from trench wars and homies falling out
you worried about the shoes better worry about your belt
bloody feet when i'm walking out a hoe
you got the right to kill just don't do in the house
he do push-ups in the cell
now every move we make yeah we better make it count
and she loves the way i rap about her dior's
i got plugs over seas call me senior
and i swear i'm so sick i need a kill core
i'm so for if he want war then give him what he feel for
let me show you how to make bloody make the billboards
i'm all about my money like my tunecore
they want figure out me like they filmore
louboutins looking like it's meant for me
i got shooters on they wass if them niggas want grief