Tree
f*ck y'all want
Whenever I will, n*gga
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I's a cold n*gga, young bold n*gga
I was 15, 15 o's n*gga
I was 15, 16 hoes in the
In the 6-speed GTO with the
Paint job, bow-bows, in my tank top
I don't got a tattoo on me, ain't that
That's something real, n*gga, man I ain't fronting
No sh*t, bullsh*t really ain't nothing
Bunch of old whips, new kits, new shoes
I tell a old b*tch "new year, new you"
Old problems came back like New-New's
f*ck a new n*gga down with my old crew
f*ck my old crew, down with them new n*ggas
Eight or nine hoes - I don't do n*ggas
Slang so southern, came from the city
Chi-town on my crown, got a Buck Fifty
Little homie got loud, nothing but fifties
In the projects proud, nothing but 50's