Come From

I stay to myself, most these niggas, I can't call them bro I stay to myself, most these niggas, I can't call them bro Where I'm from, Shit get wicked, you gon' learn to blow Me and my young niggas on that block, we was tryna make some dough I been busy chasin' bread, I ain't trippin' 'bout no hoe Free the guys behind that wall, know I miss em That hoe suck dick, I'm tryna f*ck, hell nah, I ain't tryna kiss her That chopper blow that 223, this shit blow like a whistle And Im smokin' dead opps, this shit hit just like a missile I been feelin' mad, I'm tryna drill some Steppin' for my brother name, for him you know I'll kill some That hoe suck me up so good, just like she suck a dum-dum And I ain't switchin' on nobody, I know where I come from Told him keep my name up out the mix, told him get up off my dick They tried to ask me about that hoe, I don't give a f*ck about that bitch They keep on askin' what I did, go and ask about that lick I bet I spin his block right now, I bet his dumb ass gon' get hit I don't really trust too many, I don't really do much If he speak to my bro right now, I bet his ass gon' get bust Niggas love to pillow talk, so we leave him in the dust I been runnin' to that bag, I gotta get it, it's a must Let a nigga play, we lay that chopper shit like Miley Cyrus Come through swingin' fully drac, last thing he heard was probably sirens My heart so cold, I don't give no f*ck, I'll leave his mama crying Got off my ass and ran it up, look at all this shit I'm buyin We don't see they ass outside, most of these opp niggas they be hidin' Goddamn, I gotta get her, her ass fat and damn she fine Heard he went on that drill and started rattin', he ain't one of mine I can't trust a hoe for shit, every single one of these bitches lyin It's just me and my heart, it ain't hard to be in my life Bitch, you just gotta play your part, and I can't wait to see some niggas I'ma let my 30's spark, I don't do no actin Nigga, I ain't Kevin Hart I stay to myself, most these niggas, I can't call them bro Where I'm from, Shit get wicked, you gon' learn to blow Me and my young niggas on that block, we was tryna make some dough I been busy chasin' bread, I ain't trippin' 'bout no hoe Free the guys behind that wall, know I miss em That hoe suck dick, I'm tryna f*ck, hell nah, I ain't tryna kiss her That chopper blow that 223, this shit blow like a whistle And Im smokin' dead opps, this shit hit just like a missile I been feelin' mad, I'm tryna drill some Steppin' 'bout my brother name, for him you know I kill some That hoe suck me up so good, just like she suck a dum-dum And I ain't switchin' on nobody, I know where I come from