On the blvd (feat. Dagga wayz)

On the boulevard, told that nigga pull up, his car won't start I might f*ck your bitch and I might break her heart I'm on the boulevard, you don't want no issue We gon' come in with pistols, we gon' rip through your tissue Hold up, we on the boulevard, you be talkin' hard Boy you ain't hard, swear to God you can't even start We on the boulevard, I can sell that heart Write that to that bitch, make her heart You know what I'm talkin' about Hold up, on the boulevard, pull up with that chopper I can break it down You know when I up that pole, it break him down Hold up, make a sound You know when I up that pole, it break him down Dagger on the beat so you know we gon' have to make it ring I don't really care though You know how we play though I don't play about my fuckin' ego, no faggo You know when I come through, I play around like Play-Doh You know how I play though, when I say dough And when I say dough, it's when I say go Y'all already know how I fuckin' go I pull up on the down, then I say the dope Ain't got time for these f*ck niggas These f*ck niggas just tellin' jokes How you the man when your main man Keep layin' around with your mans How you the man when your main bitch Keep payin' bills for your canvas On the boulevard, you be talkin' hard Boy you ain't hard, swear to God you can't even start Hold up, we on the boulevard, I can sell that heart Write that to that bitch, make her heart You know what I'm talkin' about Hold up, on the boulevard, pull up with that chopper I can break it down You know when I up that pole, it break him down Hold up, make a sound You know when I up the pole, it break him down Dagger on the beat so you know We gon' have to make it sound Rule number one, we gon' respect each other Rule number two, we gon' kill for our brothers Rule number three, you run up, you get done up Rule number four, hurry up and light that blunt up Rule number five, maintain what you obtain Rule number six, don't you switch on the game Rule number seven, make that f*ck nigga feel pain Rule number eight, give your mama everything On the boulevard, you be talkin' hard Boy you ain't hard, swear to God you can't even start Hold up, we on the boulevard, I can sell that heart Write that to that bitch, make her heart You know what I'm talkin' about Hold up, on the boulevard, pull up with that chopper I can break it down You know when I up that pole, it break him down Hold up, make a sound You know when I up the pole, it break him down Dagger on the beat so you know We gon' have to make it sound I'm so tired of this shit I'm so tired of this shit I'm sorry, I know you're mad But I swear to God, I'm sorry You know when I up that pole, it break him down Hold up, we on the boulevard, I can sell that heart Write that to that bitch, make her heart You know what I'm talkin' about Hold up, make a sound You know when I up the pole, it break him down Dagger on the beat so you know We gon' have to make it sound You know when I up the pole, it break him down