Carmelo Bryant

Good lookin', Juan

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 suit's 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 LA
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 limit's
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 hooh
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