Str8 Frm Da Bottom by Kxng Shaun Lyrics
A nigga straight from tha bottom you don't know how I live
Gotta get bankroll so my momma have a crib
You ain't slept on no floor you don't know how it feel
Feds on my ass yea it gave me the chills
Boy you don't know what a nigga been through
I ain't no cap so I'm spittin out the truth
Fuck yo side I ain't callin no truce
I'mma say two words then throw up the deuce
My lil niggas ride
Catch you and yo gang outside
Gun on my hip this ain't no 4'5'
You shot somebody boy we know that's a lie
I'm a G and I make niggas like you cry
Like my nigga AJ stay with that big drac'
7.62 and keep a AK
11 in the clip call me lil Klay
Ain't no mercy boy my name ain't Kanye'
There go Keisha it's nice to meet ya
Ain't singing to yo ass lil bitch I ain't no preacher
There go Kayla girl I'm tryna date ya
Keisha in my way bitch you a hater
Them trenchеs be reckless you know wе wreck shit
Hold him at gunpoint then take his necklace
Send him to the hospital legless
Then imma go take a trip to Texas
I'm like T.I. rubber band man
You don't get money so you don't understand
I be fucking these bitches from the motherland
Had to make her bend like a kickstand
SRT rolling down yo block
When I'm the scene a nigga get shot
My money take time but I don't need a clock
Clutching long barrels but I always keep a Glock
What, let's get it
Uh, Uh, Uh, let's get it
Wait a minute you thought I was done
Fuck nigga no I'm not
I come through wit da Glock
DSY gang yeah we on top
Fuck ass nigga bleach a nigga like clorox
Uh, that nigga dissin on me he'll get knocked, pussy
Gotta get bankroll so my momma have a crib
You ain't slept on no floor you don't know how it feel
Feds on my ass yea it gave me the chills
Boy you don't know what a nigga been through
I ain't no cap so I'm spittin out the truth
Fuck yo side I ain't callin no truce
I'mma say two words then throw up the deuce
My lil niggas ride
Catch you and yo gang outside
Gun on my hip this ain't no 4'5'
You shot somebody boy we know that's a lie
I'm a G and I make niggas like you cry
Like my nigga AJ stay with that big drac'
7.62 and keep a AK
11 in the clip call me lil Klay
Ain't no mercy boy my name ain't Kanye'
There go Keisha it's nice to meet ya
Ain't singing to yo ass lil bitch I ain't no preacher
There go Kayla girl I'm tryna date ya
Keisha in my way bitch you a hater
Them trenchеs be reckless you know wе wreck shit
Hold him at gunpoint then take his necklace
Send him to the hospital legless
Then imma go take a trip to Texas
I'm like T.I. rubber band man
You don't get money so you don't understand
I be fucking these bitches from the motherland
Had to make her bend like a kickstand
SRT rolling down yo block
When I'm the scene a nigga get shot
My money take time but I don't need a clock
Clutching long barrels but I always keep a Glock
What, let's get it
Uh, Uh, Uh, let's get it
Wait a minute you thought I was done
Fuck nigga no I'm not
I come through wit da Glock
DSY gang yeah we on top
Fuck ass nigga bleach a nigga like clorox
Uh, that nigga dissin on me he'll get knocked, pussy