CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Greatest Bome Back
Free the robbers, n***a, huh
Hey
Hey
If she can pack the 'bows, curl your toes, that's a trophy
If she put you on the floor, it's on the floor for rollie pollie
Rollie strike me up a whole nine, I'm tryna hit a bogie
You ain't gotta keep your ho in line, ho, when you mack like Goldie
Concrete ya 'cross the state lines, I got that sh*t from Boldy
Lil' mama [?], she be ventin' to me when lil' baby blow me
Bake the fish, always think with his d**k, kill your Tenderoni
Sit in the bird's nest, birdbrain, before it's chicken on it
I'vе been in the field since tеnth grade like I'm pickin' on it
Before I slam dunk this Eddie Kane, I gotta dribble on it
Make sure that somebody at the crib want a bag unloaded
You ain't gotta sign your name for real, just put a scribble on it
Should've got a Coca-Cola deal from how I bubble from it
Rich and dangerous, that's how we live for real, this sh*t all Cosa Nostra
I can tell your bag light as hell 'cause you sittin' on it
Oh my God, this b*t*h a** fat as hell, I can sit the pistol on it
Oh my God, that pu**y good as hell, make a living from it
Put her on the scale from one to ten, that pu**y in the hundreds
I'm goin' deep up in them guts, I see them ribs huffin', puffin'
I go deep and wind it up, she yell out, "I can't stop c*mmin'"
It's Big Unk with the drum, n***as know I start a band up
Hit him with that 7.62, now he can't stand up
That's an and-one, him and his mans, n***as playin' dumb
With that pistol, I'm elite, shoot that b*t*h like Trae Young
Online like a box-and-one, n***as know I ain't boxin' nothin'
Only time you see me pourin' drank is when I'm droppin' somethin'
Somethin' like a n***a favorite barber, tryna line him up (Stupid)
That motherf**kin' switch go off, he ain't got time for nothin'
Slam dunk some dog food, pockets stuffed with all blues (Yeah)
Never go against the f**kin' family 'cause we all troops (Dumba**)
Sayin' you gon' dog who? We'll put it on your head, n***a (Stupid)
Got a Backwood rolled up with all they dead n***as
Pistol in the party, b*t*h, I'm known to shoot the scene up
To any lil' broke-a** n***a tryna mean mug (Yeah)
That glizzy come out, turn a tough n***a teacup
Sharpshooter aim with that Glock, b*t*h, I'm D1 (Shred)
Hey
Hey
If she can pack the 'bows, curl your toes, that's a trophy
If she put you on the floor, it's on the floor for rollie pollie
Rollie strike me up a whole nine, I'm tryna hit a bogie
You ain't gotta keep your ho in line, ho, when you mack like Goldie
Concrete ya 'cross the state lines, I got that sh*t from Boldy
Lil' mama [?], she be ventin' to me when lil' baby blow me
Bake the fish, always think with his d**k, kill your Tenderoni
Sit in the bird's nest, birdbrain, before it's chicken on it
I'vе been in the field since tеnth grade like I'm pickin' on it
Before I slam dunk this Eddie Kane, I gotta dribble on it
Make sure that somebody at the crib want a bag unloaded
You ain't gotta sign your name for real, just put a scribble on it
Should've got a Coca-Cola deal from how I bubble from it
Rich and dangerous, that's how we live for real, this sh*t all Cosa Nostra
I can tell your bag light as hell 'cause you sittin' on it
Oh my God, this b*t*h a** fat as hell, I can sit the pistol on it
Oh my God, that pu**y good as hell, make a living from it
Put her on the scale from one to ten, that pu**y in the hundreds
I'm goin' deep up in them guts, I see them ribs huffin', puffin'
I go deep and wind it up, she yell out, "I can't stop c*mmin'"
It's Big Unk with the drum, n***as know I start a band up
Hit him with that 7.62, now he can't stand up
That's an and-one, him and his mans, n***as playin' dumb
With that pistol, I'm elite, shoot that b*t*h like Trae Young
Online like a box-and-one, n***as know I ain't boxin' nothin'
Only time you see me pourin' drank is when I'm droppin' somethin'
Somethin' like a n***a favorite barber, tryna line him up (Stupid)
That motherf**kin' switch go off, he ain't got time for nothin'
Slam dunk some dog food, pockets stuffed with all blues (Yeah)
Never go against the f**kin' family 'cause we all troops (Dumba**)
Sayin' you gon' dog who? We'll put it on your head, n***a (Stupid)
Got a Backwood rolled up with all they dead n***as
Pistol in the party, b*t*h, I'm known to shoot the scene up
To any lil' broke-a** n***a tryna mean mug (Yeah)
That glizzy come out, turn a tough n***a teacup
Sharpshooter aim with that Glock, b*t*h, I'm D1 (Shred)
