Intro by Blacc Cuzz Lyrics
(phone call)
Charge from this call (This call from) [?] an innate at a federal prison
What's up cuz yeah nigga you thought I wasn’t gonna call man
It's the real olu nigga what's up nigga huh blacc Cuzz man we fu*****
With you man waiting on you man you here man I ain’t stamping no other
Nigga man I know you Official I know who you say you is nigga this coming
From me this come from olu nigga [?] Mean do that shit cuz you a a nigga
That catch passes now you throwing passes man I done seen your end zone
Dance boy I know what you worth man I kno you really is who you say you is
Man make this thing happen let's f*** with this music S*** man don't let them
Lames get you out your square you know you a real street nigga you know
You ain't got patience for no sucker s*** you know you ain't gone let no sucker
Shit outta place so don't put your self around no sucker niggas man don't
Smoke none of them niggas man get caught up on that tmz shit you know we
Move different You know we groove different this coming from the feds nigga
Live from the feds nigga
(Verse 1)
What they gone do when the feds come out nigga fu** that nigga I'm trapping I’m D-Boy Fresh thugged Out with a big ole bag yea nigga I’m rapping
I used to be 16 wit a Beamer coming down yea bi*** so clean
A couple shots bangs niggas be traumatized all in the streets (down low nigga)
Who gone look out for me bitch I'm on that street lottery
Just lost 80 bands might spend that bi*** on 2 properties
I still had dreams at night I think about like who shot at me
If it come up imma jump up with that oohwop on me
I put some bread up on there I head I got that guwop on me
And my bi*** she count my bread she run my monopoly
And my old Head olu said fu** em who stopping me
And my pinky ring cost 30 racks a whole key to me
I’m in my Gucci sweats wit air max I thug every week
I'm politician bout the mission might just blow every week
A couple niggas want me dead I tell them go there with me
If you ain't talking bout money you ain't talking to me
I’m blacc Cuzz (blacc Cuzz)
(Diologue)
See know you niggas know what it is know what I'm talking bout high school
Nigga 760 bmw's nigga pulling up nigga popping wheelies on bike and s***
Burnt orange vests and shit nigga I ain't wanna go to prom nigga 10 cars an
Shit nigga I'm giving muhfuckers my car nigga to go to prom with know what I'm talking Bout me and hairdo in the kitchen cooking up [?] me and fat cuz nigga
Foreigns coming thru nigga kno what I'm talking bout Beat a homie 2014 nigga
Free[?] me and fat cuz playing with that [?] nigga kno what I'm talkin bout
What you kno about that shit young nigga
(it's blacc Cuzz it's blacc cuzz put some respect on that name nigga)
DBE
Charge from this call (This call from) [?] an innate at a federal prison
What's up cuz yeah nigga you thought I wasn’t gonna call man
It's the real olu nigga what's up nigga huh blacc Cuzz man we fu*****
With you man waiting on you man you here man I ain’t stamping no other
Nigga man I know you Official I know who you say you is nigga this coming
From me this come from olu nigga [?] Mean do that shit cuz you a a nigga
That catch passes now you throwing passes man I done seen your end zone
Dance boy I know what you worth man I kno you really is who you say you is
Man make this thing happen let's f*** with this music S*** man don't let them
Lames get you out your square you know you a real street nigga you know
You ain't got patience for no sucker s*** you know you ain't gone let no sucker
Shit outta place so don't put your self around no sucker niggas man don't
Smoke none of them niggas man get caught up on that tmz shit you know we
Move different You know we groove different this coming from the feds nigga
Live from the feds nigga
(Verse 1)
What they gone do when the feds come out nigga fu** that nigga I'm trapping I’m D-Boy Fresh thugged Out with a big ole bag yea nigga I’m rapping
I used to be 16 wit a Beamer coming down yea bi*** so clean
A couple shots bangs niggas be traumatized all in the streets (down low nigga)
Who gone look out for me bitch I'm on that street lottery
Just lost 80 bands might spend that bi*** on 2 properties
I still had dreams at night I think about like who shot at me
If it come up imma jump up with that oohwop on me
I put some bread up on there I head I got that guwop on me
And my bi*** she count my bread she run my monopoly
And my old Head olu said fu** em who stopping me
And my pinky ring cost 30 racks a whole key to me
I’m in my Gucci sweats wit air max I thug every week
I'm politician bout the mission might just blow every week
A couple niggas want me dead I tell them go there with me
If you ain't talking bout money you ain't talking to me
I’m blacc Cuzz (blacc Cuzz)
(Diologue)
See know you niggas know what it is know what I'm talking bout high school
Nigga 760 bmw's nigga pulling up nigga popping wheelies on bike and s***
Burnt orange vests and shit nigga I ain't wanna go to prom nigga 10 cars an
Shit nigga I'm giving muhfuckers my car nigga to go to prom with know what I'm talking Bout me and hairdo in the kitchen cooking up [?] me and fat cuz nigga
Foreigns coming thru nigga kno what I'm talking bout Beat a homie 2014 nigga
Free[?] me and fat cuz playing with that [?] nigga kno what I'm talkin bout
What you kno about that shit young nigga
(it's blacc Cuzz it's blacc cuzz put some respect on that name nigga)
DBE