Carmelo Bryant lyrics

[Intro]
Good lookin', Juan

[Verse: Skilla Baby and Sada Baby]
I'm p*ssed 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 b*tch 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
b*tches love when I pull up with my brother
Hoes know it's going down we gon' f*ck 'em
I see a opp L2, Sada shoot that b*tch!
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 b*tch
He say he go kill for us, then prove that sh*t
Soon as he breath wrong you better slump 'em
n*gga do that sh*t!
Soon as the opps dropped I got to krumping, and dancing
On my Skuba sh*t!
I give Baby man a brick he go move that b*tch
Don't trust that n*gga with yo work, he on that pookie sh*t
I heard he totin' guns that don't work, that's goofy sh*t
I heard that young n*gga Skilla in suits and sh*t
I heard Skub Steve still rocking timberland boots and sh*t
I heard Casada bang red, he blew that b*tch
I heard Trevon don't bang, but'll bang yo' b*tch
I heard Casada gon' help his gang get rich
I heard Trevon do don't take no sh*t, he'll go in yo' sh*t
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, f*ck a Voss, f*ck some Henn
Kick the hoe n*ggas out, let the boss n*ggas in
Let them hoes on the rolls pay the cost, we go win
Sent my last b*tch 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 f*ck 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 n*ggas
My young b*tch bipolar, Gabby Douglas, she'll flip on n*ggas
While we chilling with the b*tches, don't flick no pictures
b*tch, you chilling with them n*ggas, better fix yo' feelings
b*tch, you tripping with them feelings, better fix yo' dentist
b*tch, 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 f*ck is you claiming that thot? She ain't off limits
Why the f*ck is you up in that road? That ain't no chicken
Why the f*ck 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
n*gga, we had to hit the road, we ain't have no choice
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