big yavo - rip doe b lyrics
[intro]
(what’s happenin’, chi chi?)
(oh lord, jetson made another one)
[chorus]
uh, ridin’ ’round loaded, ziploc bags and a scale with me
i ain’t gon’ lie, by now, i pictured lil ray there with me
if my day one ain’t tell, i’d have mansur and trell with me
this sh+t f+cked up, you can’t even tell who’ll tell, n+gga
give a f+ck what they be talkin’ ’bout, your b+tch know i’m a real n+gga
won’t play ’bout my members, get out of line and they gon’ deal with you
i’m talkin’ ’bout keep my stick like polo
we ride with tommy, ain’t talkin’ ’bout hilfiger
been ’bout it since a lil’ n+gga
tighten up your cleats, get in the fiеld, n+gga
[verse]
spoil the b+tch if she don’t ask, don’t give hеr nothin’ if she a gold+digger
n+gga play with me, i drop that bag, won’t run from no n+gga
and i know n+ggas who know n+ggas who tryna up the score, n+gga
you can’t fool me, you a ho, n+gga, b+tch, i got hollow tips in this four+nickel
ayy, my daddy was a kingpin and he taught me the ropes
havin’ power like i’m curtis jackson, got ghost soon as i seen them folks
all this sh+t be off the head, i don’t remember that last time i seen a note
been sellin’ ‘fore i seen the boat
so much bread, n+ggas ain’t seen a loaf
n+ggas ’round me shootin’ out the gate, so watch how you approach
slidin’ in phantoms, turn opps to ghosts
got no manners, so watch your ho
n+ggas sneaky, so watch your bro
n+ggas snitchin’, so watch your folks
seen a gangster go to prison, turn sissy, i heard he droppin’ soap
this sh+t deep, got out the car, he put the pistol under my seat
but you know me
i ain’t snitch, just kept it g ’cause i’m too street
i catch his opp, his ass deceased
call him my brother, so that’s my beef
i’ll bend your block, b+tch, use your feet
ridin’ in a jeep, know how we creep
[chorus]
uh, ridin’ ’round loaded, ziploc bags and a scale with me
i ain’t gon’ lie, by now, i pictured lil ray there with me
if my day one ain’t tell, i’d have mansur and trell with me
this sh+t f+cked up, you can’t even tell who’ll tell, n+gga
give a f+ck what they be talkin’ ’bout, your b+tch know i’m a real n+gga
won’t play ’bout my members, get out of line and they gon’ deal with you
i’m talkin’ ’bout keep my stick like polo
we ride with tommy, ain’t talkin’ ’bout hilfiger
ayy, been ’bout it since a lil’ n+gga
tighten up your cleats, get in the field, n+gga
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