Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up… My main bitch, her anklet ‘Bout the same size of a ankle monitor If a diva late one time I’mma put her ass on probation I’mma give her two scratches She’s a fuckin’ good woman, I’mma give her a life I’mma walk by shinin’ with a bitch Aye, say I had enough in my life I got 80 chains, I got 100 rings And a nigga can’t take my ice Caught a murder charge, but I beat the shit ‘Cause a nigga tried to take my life I’m a millionaire, but I’m a country boy And my right hand man got a Tonka toy I sell, charge, I’m servin’ boy Major saver, I’m the golden boy And I serve the pass like Lawyer Milloy Poppin’ and poppin’ and poppin’ the shit Talkin’ that shit, now you shot in the head Brick Squad niggas don’t shoot in the leg Shouts to our fallen, I ball till I fall, and The neighbors don’t talk ‘cause the neighbors are scared A white girl, a black girl, a hell of a mix Rollin’ up kush while they suckin’ my dick On my chain is a tag team All my niggas gettin’ money You can get tied, then tagged then me and your freak’ll start fuckin’ Got two choppers, it’s a tag team Four bad bitches and it’s all to me Had to break into like ten houses to ride on these 9x17s Oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line I ain’t have time, I was grindin’ real hard People goin’ crazy, and my mama goin’ crazy but belive it or not, bitch, I gotta thank the Lord Ballin’ so hard when I came out of jail Now I’mma get a scene and weigh the doja up Sippin’ on lean ‘til I throw up What you want to be when you grow up?
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