No luck, got stuck They comin' to reap on my truck Big bills, shit kills No pills and I'm out of refills She dissed, I missed I'm having problems dodging
We're not gonna take it No, we ain't gonna take it We're not gonna take it anymore We've got the right to choose and There ain't no way we'll lose it
We'll sing in the sunshine we'll laugh every day We'll sing in the sunshine then I'll be on my way I will never love you the cost of love's too dear
'Cause we stuck together through the lean, lean years The lean and hungry years were filled with strife Now we are still together in the green, green
Sip and skirt, trunk full of that work Blowin' cigarillos stuffed full of that purp Drunk, burp, shorty hit that muh'fucker Bet that bitch convert You
All the hoes jockin', beat steady knockin', middle of the stage got the whole club rockin', nigga' you can hate but your bitch steady watchin', bet she
I make a Juice box wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet I make a Juice box drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip I make a Juice box talk, talk, talk, talk, talk,
[Chorus] I know (I know) These niggas don't want to see me ball. These niggas wanna see me fall. Motherfucker I know (I know) These niggas are trying
My life's a battle field You can catch me on the front line My life's a battle field On the grind duckin? one time My life's a battle field One false
Last time I checked B K was the hood Last time I checked Bankhead was the hood Last time I checked Harlem was the hood But them rappers don't live there
Yeah you real motherfucker gangster out on these streets nigga Gimme your money Hustle up your money Aint takin no short no loss Don't give give a fuck
We got bricks of da flavor, Justin Timberlake Last year was 24 this year is 28 Ice everywhere, dats the icing on da cake Wanna be a hood nigga, I can
[Yung Joc] Block Ent. Next up to bat, the boy Zoe Gorilla that is Hey Block, we found another one [Chorus: Yung Joc] AC full, suicide doors Grill out
[Intro: Gorilla Zoe] Phone ringing off the hook; Gotta get my ass up, scale and some bags; Couple pounds, gotta weigh it up, Work, work, we can work it
I can tell by the way that ya look at me You think you know me But baby, you don't know me, no I know you comin' home late I'm tryna help you get to know
I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your money up I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Hey Shawt Hello What's up baby Alright I got you I got you Lil Shawty I love to stunt I ride big trucks We smoke big blunts And spend big bucks Lil
I've been feeling dry baby Trying to hold back this feeling for so long And if you feel like I feel baby C'mon ohhhh c'mon lets get it on [Lil Boy] Let