This needy be.
Needy be.
Needy be.
That's the truth.
That's the truth.
That's the truth.
Twenty-six is in the room.
Twenty-six is in the room.
You got a gangsta sitting high,
You got a gangsta sitting high,
I'm a fly,
80,
80 on my niggas,
sure money don't lie
So I lift the doors up when they see me ride by
In a Chevrolet,
still tippin',
paint still drippin'
Still tippin', paint still drippin'
Still tippin', paint still drippin'
Spanish in the hood, so a nigga ain't trippin'
Shoes back, still movin', so slow tippin'
With a attitude and a dropper that like to pose
Saint that,
Saint that,
I'm a star,
how I let my diamonds expose
Other thank my switch up,
my wrist more than pop a switch up,
they close
Fly as these Santa Claus in the air when I'm ridin' by
These $400 locs on my face, behind my eyes
With my money talkin', I promise it never lies
I put about 80 on the chain cause I feel like switchin' the side
Lookin',
snookin',
so good,
every time I come down
In the drop, but the top never got found
Lookin',
snookin',
so good,
every time I come down In the drop,
but the top never got found
Lookin',
snookin',
so good,
every time I come down In the drop,
but the top never got found
Slay this,
lay this,
I'm a muffin up to make a hater frown I know they
sick to see me pop the door and read the block down
Wappers on my wrist,
so I had to slide by Lookin',
snookin',
so dope,
lips sittin' so high
Fresh paint,
so wet,
now I don't think it's gon' dry
Show em,
show em,
it's the south when they see me ride by
26ers on the hood,
got a gangsta sittin' high Wappers in the hood,
got a nigga feelin' fly
80 on my dick,
I show em when they don't lie So I lit
the doors up when they see me ride by
Status in the hood, so a nigga ain't strippin'
So it's all better known,
that's the truth In this black on
black on these 6ers like I'm a troop
Haters lookin' so amazed,
but I tell em ain't nothin' new Why they carein' about they ice?
I got more diamonds on my tooth,
but I ain't strippin'
So it's all better known,
that's the truth Marvin in this black on black on these 6ers
like I'm a troop Haters lookin' so amazed,
but I tell em ain't
nothin' new Why they carein' about they ice?
I got more diamonds on my tooth,
but I ain't strippin'
Probably got em like times two,
I think my wrist about to die
Whack a whacker from these doors,
I think these hoes about to fly
Only thing I can see is gettin' money till I die
Hatin',
hatin',
ain't gon' keep up,
but I laugh and tell em to try
Till em see me in the streets if they thinkin' it's a game
Thousand dollar jeans,
different,
different color chains
Steppin' up out this truck,
it's like I'm steppin' off a plane
Outta town,
I'm a G and in the hood,
it's the same
Rippin' my game when they see me in the place
Do, do what you do, just give me my space
Money ain't a thing, I'll buy another case
They want me,
why nigga hit me and told me put it in a vase
Twenty-sixers on the whip,
got a gangster sittin' high
Boppers,
boppers in the hood,
got a nigga feelin' fly
80 on my niggas, money, money, don't lie
So I hit the doors up when they see me ride by
In a Chevrolet,
still tippin',
paint still drippin'
Status in the hood, so a nigga ain't trippin'
They thinkin' draw the streets,
tell em trade and brought it back
For sittin',
sittin' on my neck to leave Oprah to fall back
Boppers tryna beat my hype,
but I tell em to call back
Can show you,
show you,
A-B-N,
homie,
what do you call that?
I'm most up in the pack of gorillas in all black
Bringin' money to the hood just to chuck it in all stacks
They always say any nigga with money,
clone know how to act
I guess this Bentley on my arm probably showing that that's a fact
Can you see me in my zone,
so gangsta,
I hope so Hanging my screw everywhere that I'm going
Got quite a few stones,
tryna purchase what I got
You need quite a few loans,
back,
back in the slam
And I'm feeling like I'm the * and
I'm here to pull up and swing on them
Just in case they forget,
my swag are too hard to catch
My advice is for you to quit,
every time you see me coming
The truth is what you gon' get
26ers on the whip, got a gangster sitting high
Oppas in the hood, got a nigga feeling fly
80 on my dick, I show them money, don't lie
So I hit the doors up when they see me riding by
In a Chevrolet,
still tipping, paint still dripping
My status in the hood, so a nigga ain't a hippie
Can't see the specs,
still grooving,
so slow tripping With a attitude and a dropper that like to pose
Alone, alone, that's the truth
Girl,
alone,
that's the truth,
can't you see me in my zone?
Soul gangster on chrome,
banging my screw everywhere that I roam
Kray the,
Kray the,
brought it back In the hood,
in front of streets,
tell them Kray the brought it back