Edgewood lyrics

[Intro]
Jacob in the beat go brazy
ATL Jacob
That Boy Cass

[Chorus: Trouble]
Off of Edgewood lil' b*tch I know you heard of that
Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack
Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb
Damn that bih say where you come, burbs
Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin'
You don't f*ck with me I'm on, must be hurtin'

[Verse 1: Trouble]
You don't f*ck with me I'm on
Gotta be real broke, I put these streets on my back forreal
I gave em real hope
sh*t that you serve on the block ain't real
It ain't even real dope
I thought you'd be a real n*gga yeah
I gotta keep it real wit ya
Summer time posted in the villa
Wit some real n*ggas gettin' millions
While you n*ggas caught up in ya feelings (too much)
Big boy chillin' be gettin'
I'ma turn a hundred to a mill
Just like I did when stuck in the county
All the whips gettin' mounted (wet)
b*tch drownin'
Break that sh*t down into ounces
I'm f*ckin' wit all the lil bouncers
Necklace fountain
Next b*tch bounce that
You ain't really wit the sh*t
I can do movin' sex on my di*k
It's up to you to bet against the kid
Forty five hundred on my fit, bet
[Chorus: Trouble]
Off of Edgewood lil' b*tch I know you heard of that
Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack
Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb
Damn that bih say where you come, burbs
Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin'
You don't f*ck with me I'm on, must be hurtin'

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
Mobb sh*t mobb sh*t, pullin' up poppin' like opp sh*t
Edgewood came up, gang stripe robbin' in apartments
Zone 6 spendin' sh*t, real bricks n*gga like gangland
Real bloods, real crips, real G's, mobb on the same plan
First 48 call us stick to callin' n*ggas bringing names up
Streets caught a n*gga internet stalkin' instead of wanna be famous
Where I'm from, we ain't never had sh*t
So how could you blame us
From a hood you'll be foreign b*tch
And made you a lame to us
Pull up bustin' different n*ggas in ya hood
They're all the same to us
Pop a wig n*gga betta get ya kids
Ya'll the same to us
2-11 we could make a 187
It's all the same to us
Edgewood 800 BBS
It's all the same to us
[Chorus: Trouble]
Off of Edgewood lil' b*tch I know you heard of that
Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack
Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb
Damn that bih say where you come, burbs
Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin'
You don't f*ck with me I'm on, must be hurtin'