20 Bag Shorty ft. Gotti, Frody, & niela (Explicit)

Hey yo boy

Wassup wassup kid

Yo man trying and let n***as know

You know what I'm saying

The real pope man

Ya man listen

Yo yo

This n***as know man how you used to

Keep that bike up in the air man

Ah that G A 6 all 1100 ya one

We are captured on the bicycles

I was hitting 'em 1100 too

From corners to

From corners to corners

From from a 100

From a 100 speed to 125

With a German helmets ya

Keeping that front wheel above the ground

It was fun

It was fun

Tara ra

Tara ra ra ra

Tara ra

Tara Tara

No more reasonable doubt I've proven to be the illest M C

Somthing's wrong with your motor skills

'Cause you all ain't moving me

I'm who you see musically when you want it done hot

Comparing you to me is a lesson in futility stop

I paint pictures beautifully but n***as is near sighted

Don't worry about plagiarism it'll take them years to bite it

Which the greatest fears I don't write it

It just appears outta thin air

Like the information obtained by a physic

Like it or not I pay dues

And expect to be paid back

Why the f**k should I freestyle I'm getting paid to rap

I sling a track laid back almost 'till it's a sin

Tell your god somebody's doing a good job impersonating him

Jehova spitting game from the Range Rover

What tha f**k is you all doing

In the third lane get over

Slow you rode up I got it sewed up like a tella

Relatively easy like Jerry Heller

Cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in the telly

Belly up sounding like Mayhelia trying to tell you all

You all know the style burn the town

Down and change the locale

I'm doing the same s**t except it's legit

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t

You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t

Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t

You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t

Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t

Pimp Gotti get the dues in them double down

Like them kids with tips who tops down

Bricks who get money quick see me

Representing bomb city on the bill block rocking Mike's

Before they get a mill I sold pills all night

The illest outta life got my mind on fate

'Cause even on tour n***a still ain't safe

I keep a tre eight on my left smoke a L

For stress counting dirt bag lex

I be the X like Malcom puff for now done east side

Represent with tons of guns

You keep it real where you from

'Cause where you at might put the dagger in your back

It's like living with yo homey that be on crack

And fact my n***as know my styles

Fat like h*es in da El Dorado

My mind toating f**k 'em duck 'em

Any thing but the main gun I don't trust 'em

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t

You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t

Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t

You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t

Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t

Cool with the n***a huh Fro main chiller

Berg s**t word s**t I splurge with scrilla

Absurd when you word spit bird s**t killa

Not to be perturbed with herb s**t dilla

Can't even feel you for real you tock ticking

Bust a rap or bust a cap hustling stop flinching

You fresh off the corner calling dog s**t raw s**t

Soon as he feel that soft s**t he be like aww s**t

Yaw broke n***as resot to glass looking

Opposites attract a*s whooping

I present the black class hooker the fat a*s booker

Triple ya cash cripple you staff hash cookers

The past ain't never the last to teach lessons

My peeps f**king up in the streets keep guessing

My ruger don't be coming to preach I teach lessons

Lot of kids coming out the wrong way like C sections

Know the fro going flow even if I'm 'cross shores

F**k w**d cop coke 'cause the s**t cost more

That's why n***as say I floss too much but

When I take it off and such

They say I lost my touch

But b*tches like the money

I wear it's funny how they stare

Dumb bunnies with their cunning little glare

Shorty let me see the tail if it's really that s**tting

She hit me with a feline fee line a young cat kitten

My boy hit that s**t now everybody splitting

Even holding snowballs and I ain't talking 'bout mittens

But huh I ain't talking 'bout mittens

Tara tara

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t

You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t

Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t

You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t

Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t

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