Carmelo Bryant

[Intro]
Good lookin', Juan

[Verse: Skilla Baby and Sada Baby]
I'm pissed off thinking 'bout dropping opps
Me and Doug dropped a opp in a pop
Me and chop arguing 'bout the chop
Blood, I know you meant to say bhop, but it's all love
I got my brothers in the whop and they all blood
Touch my blood, we make sure you see yo own blood
We been getting money all month, we ain't Bone Thug
We been getting money all year, this the second month
Im wit' my gaaaaaaang
And we'll tear this bitch up
Money ain't a thaaaaang
Well get to cutting up, act a fool
Money ain't a thaaaaang
We'll get to cuttin' up, act a fool
Go 'head then
Skub, I'll cut up if it's bool
Bitches love when I pull up with my brother
Hoes know it's going down we gon' fuck 'em
I see a opp L2, Sada shoot that bitch!
Running plays off court, I'm gon' bust 'em
Hoes know I got heart, I'on love 'em
You a good one, I just hump her, remove that bitch
He say he go kill for us, then prove that shit
Soon as he breath wrong you better slump 'em
Nigga do that shit!
Soon as the opps dropped I got to krumping, and dancing
On my Skuba shit!
I give Baby man a brick he go move that bitch
Don't trust that nigga with yo work, he on that pookie shit
I heard he totin' guns that don't work, that's goofy shit
I heard that young nigga Skilla in suits and shit
I heard Skub Steve still rocking timberland boots and shit
I heard Casada bang red, he blew that bitch
I heard Trevon don't bang, but'll bang yo' bitch
I heard Casada gon' help his gang get rich
I heard Trevon do don't take no shit, he'll go in yo' shit
Mhm hm, you heard right
We gon' end up on the top, take this turn right
This MAC turn around gang got the the turn pipe
Big squad apes in the trap havin' bird fights
All the feinds begging us while they burn pipes
All the strippers run to us when we walk in
Take me to the boom-boom room, ain't no talking
Know I brung the drank, fuck a Voss, fuck some Henn
Kick the hoe niggas out, let the boss niggas in
Let them hoes on the rolls pay the cost, we go win
Sent my last bitch to Nashville, brought me 10
Met my cuto down the way in the Lex', that's my kin
Call me Crimson, I done took every loss to the chin
Feel like I been nailed to the cross for my sins
In the deep end, swimming like a dolphin, no fins
I ain't tryna say I'm Jesus, but they did try to kill me
Stacking money up, when we get rich do 'em filthy
Retaliation to whoever if they guilty
I don't give a fuck if he innocent, kill 'em
Ain't no such thing as innocent, he in the middle of it
Young dog got banana clips he'll peel him something
Young dog drawing with that bhop, hell scribble something
Call me Chris Paul with the rocks, I'll assist me something
Skuba Ty Law with the Glock, I'll pick me something
Call me Ed Reed to the opps, I'll pick on niggas
My young bitch bipolar, Gabby Douglas, she'll flip on niggas
While we chilling with the bitches, don't flick no pictures
Bitch, you chilling with them niggas, better fix yo' feelings
Bitch, you tripping with them feelings, better fix yo' dentist
Bitch, you tripping, I'm in L.A., but it ain't 'bout fitness
I know how to flip a script, but I ain't no gymnast
You ain't speaking facts out them lips, you ain't no realist
You ain't getting extras out the pot, you ain't no chemist
Why the fuck is you claiming that thot? She ain't off limits
Why the fuck is you up in that road? That ain't no chicken
Why the fuck is you hitting that road? Them is not yo' joints
You s'posed to look out for your bros, you don't get cool points
You s'posed to look out for your bros, you don't get bool points
Nigga, we had to hit the road, we ain't have no choice
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