Allen Iverson by Binladen BGBZ Lyrics
Jumping over niggas, playin hop scotch like Allen Iverson
I know the police hot on my block, them niggas firing
I sent that boy on the job
He ain't get it done, that boy got fired
So if they ever said they shot shit, them niggas lying
Get in my mode, I ain’t talking to no hoes
They show me pictures of these bitches
I just act like I don’t know em, have em folded
Motivation for the bros, yeah stay focused
But if I ever hear our names, I’m God gotta get on it
Tell my story in my song
They call my phone like, like what I’m on
Straight from the dome into a song
I know you feel it in yo soul
If you ain’t listen, ain’t no tension
Keep my distance, they gone miss me
Ima act like I don't know em
I’m too turnt up, turn down for what
Like I’m Lil John
They shot him he folded up, like a futon
Turnt up get burnt up, what is you on?
Man I miss my brother nigga, its been too long
Flexin on the gram, now his gas in the air
Pretty bitch she thick, she got her ass in the air
If ain't a bag then I probably ain’t gone care
If ain't a bag then I probably ain't gone care
Jumping over niggas, playin hop scotch like Allen Iverson
I know the police hot on my block, them niggas firing
I sent that boy on the job
He ain't get it done, that boy got fired
So if they ever said they shot shit, them niggas lying
I know the police hot on my block, them niggas firing
I sent that boy on the job
He ain't get it done, that boy got fired
So if they ever said they shot shit, them niggas lying
Get in my mode, I ain’t talking to no hoes
They show me pictures of these bitches
I just act like I don’t know em, have em folded
Motivation for the bros, yeah stay focused
But if I ever hear our names, I’m God gotta get on it
Tell my story in my song
They call my phone like, like what I’m on
Straight from the dome into a song
I know you feel it in yo soul
If you ain’t listen, ain’t no tension
Keep my distance, they gone miss me
Ima act like I don't know em
I’m too turnt up, turn down for what
Like I’m Lil John
They shot him he folded up, like a futon
Turnt up get burnt up, what is you on?
Man I miss my brother nigga, its been too long
Flexin on the gram, now his gas in the air
Pretty bitch she thick, she got her ass in the air
If ain't a bag then I probably ain’t gone care
If ain't a bag then I probably ain't gone care
Jumping over niggas, playin hop scotch like Allen Iverson
I know the police hot on my block, them niggas firing
I sent that boy on the job
He ain't get it done, that boy got fired
So if they ever said they shot shit, them niggas lying