Edgewood
Alley Boy, Trouble, Mike WiLL Made It
(Jacob and the beat go brazy)
(ATL Jacob)
(That Boy Cass)
Off of Edgewood, lil' bitch, I know you heard of that
Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
I go straight across your top, like doin' hurdles, jack
Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
Push up on your bih like where you from, suburban
Damn that bih say where you come, burbans
Hop up out that bih with drums, lurkin'
You don't fuck with me I'm on, must be hurtin'
Said you don't fuck with me or mobb
Gotta be real broke
I put these streets on my back forreal
I gave 'em real hope
Shit that you serve on the block ain't real
It ain't even real dope
I thought you'd be a real nigga, yeah
I gotta keep it real with ya
Summer time posted in the villa
With some real niggas gettin' millions
While you niggas caught up in ya feelings (too much)
Big boy chillin' be gettin'
I'ma turn a hundred to a mill'
Just like I did when stuck in the county
All the whips gettin' mounted (wet)
Bitch drownin'
Break that shit down into ounces
I'm fuckin' with all the lil' bouncers
Necklace fountain
Next bitch bounce that
You ain't really with the shit
I can do movie sex on my dick
It's up to you to bet against the kid
Forty-five hundred on my fit, bih
Off of Edgewood, lil' bitch, I know you heard of that
Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
I go straight across your top, like doin' hurdles, jack
Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
Push up on your bih like where you from, suburban
Damn that bih say where you come, burbans
Hop up out that bih with drums, lurkin'
You don't fuck with me I'm on, must be hurtin'
Mobb shit, mobb shit, pullin' up poppin' like opp shit
Edgewood came up, gang stripe robbin' in apartments
Zone 6 spendin' shit, real bricks, nigga, like gangland
Real bloods, real crips, real G's mobb on the same plan
First 48 call us stick to callin' niggas bringin' names up
Streets caught a nigga internet stalkin', steady wanna be famous
Where I'm from, we ain't never had shit
So how could you blame us?
From a hood you'll beef for a bitch
It made you a lame to us
Pull up bustin' different niggas in ya hood
They're all the same to us
Pop a wig, nigga, betta get ya kids
They all the same to us
2-11 we could make a 187
It's all the same to us
Edgewood 800 BBS
It's all the same to us
Off of Edgewood, lil' bitch, I know you heard of that
Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
I go straight across your top, like doin' hurdles, jack
Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
Push up on your bih like where you from, suburban
Damn that bih say where you come, burbans
Hop up out that bih with drums, lurkin'
You don't fuck with me I'm on, must be hurtin'
Written by: Mariel OrrLyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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