Lyrics
Ayy
Where tf u been at
Ina hood
Baggin up ina trap
Losing weight
Just to gain a few Racks
Feed the block
Cuz I’m gon get it back
Triple up
I love makin em
Racks stack
Grab a birdie
N break it down all packs
Gotta stand on dat business
Can’t fall back
U don’t live how
I’m living
U been afraid
Ona land pourin
4s Ina Minute Maid
Slow mo everyday
Still gettin paid
Gotta flip da whole load
Get it out da way
Go to store
For some mo
Just to get a raise
We just fuckin dese
Hoes they ain’t gettin
Saved
Heard u lovin
Dat hoe n u gettin
Played
She ain’t give me
No cuddy
Her flight delayed
Drop a dis
N u gettin
Put on display
Pay yo family
A visit at the awake
Da goonies dnt steal
All they do is take
On yo block
All my nikkas
Pulled up in str8s
Ain’t no way u
Can get away
Better go inside
We came outside
To play
Catch a opp
He go die today
Flame em up
Send em way up
To heaven gates
Might as well
Cuz We live
In hell Anyway
I see u lil nikkas
Threats up
Ona internet
But Ina crib
Thinkin dat u safe
But Ina reality
U nikkas fake
Used to look
Up to me
But now u
Hate
All dat clout u
Nikkas trynna chase
I’m in yo hood
Speedin Ona Jake’s
Fish tailing
When I hit da brakes
Fuck is dat a ford
Dis a V8
Where tf u
Been at
Outta State
I just ran up a sack
Wit yo main
Bitches face
On my lap
I’m in Hollywood
Facing da thrax
Lil folkz
Pro padded
Da scat pack
Ona hunt
Trynna catch em
A snap back
Pac a punch
Ona gun make
It shoot fast
Free flash
He’ll get on yo ass
Dis da life dat we live
N we ready to crash
We take nikkas
Out like da trash
Clap a opp
At his door n den dash
Turn him into a memory
Like da last
Nikka
Rob da plug
N split it w
Da killers
U ain’t caught nobody
U ain’t wit us
My lil brother juggin
Off da jiggas
Noddin off countin
Up da skrilla
Where Tf u been at
Ina hood where da killers be at
Where tf u been at
Hangin out where
Dem members be at
Where tf u been at
All da fiends been asking me dat
Ina Studio whippin
Up crack
Never left but they say dat im back
KEEP GOIN
Written by: Luis A Melendez