shoulda coulda

you?

you a shoulda' coulda'

on my momma i'm on

i wish a motherfucker would try to try me

roman numeral number 4

get an iv

chain gold

shine though

no i.d

high speed through the i.e. with a 9 piece

swap meets

spot me

nigga bop bleed

boom bop

when i squab

different glock's squeeze

she can be bowling'

fucking knock me

you can give her your bread

nigga not me

on mother

fuck her no lover

fuck her young mother

when i come

burn rubber

got her on the upper

yeah she down

no cover

stepping on the sofa and her supper

yo

just say it's just struggle

bottles be coming

i spot a club

and the bitches you kissing in public

freak out on popping their stomach

l.a. cubic zirconia's

ask them niggas who know me

i'll beat the shit out of you and your homies

on motherfuckin' chuck

you a shoulda' coulda' woulda' ass nigga

i'm a wish a nigga would on the hood ass nigga

you a shoulda' coulda' woulda' ass nigga

i'm a wish a nigga would on the hood ass nigga

i put that on me

on mom's

put that on the set

on god

you don't really want these problems

put that me and on god

this a real nigga talkin'

i'm a' tell you like this

tats on my face stand for some real hood shit

yeah

so don't start with me

'cause like backstreet

i'll make it pop today

'cause i ain't playin' with you shoulda' coulda' woulda' ass niggas

pick or choose but i wish you would ass niggas

straight custard

never in the hood nigga

your name all in paper

all crooked ass nigga

i'm a neighborhood nigga and i honor that

so i grew my hair long and got a hunnid tats

they say the streets have blown a killa' inside a cvs

'cause niggas fake cheese like a thousand counterfeits

and it's on my momma

fuck around with me

you gone meet my llama

got a little crease but the bitches ain't smelling

you front on me and i'm a' put a shell in you

i'm telling you!