Ace Hood, Birdman - Da Streets lyrics
[Ace Hood, Birdman - Da Streets lyrics]
Know I might say YMCMB a lot
It's cause I love my squad
Shoutout to that we the best music
Play that new Ace Hood! Guess what? YMCMB!
OK, now God that's above
The only man who can judge
Flip a brick to a Benz
Never reveal who the plug over money
I know some young'ins who
Turned on their blood
If niggas' bitches, just dig em ditches
That's rule number one
Ain't never gonna turn on my niggas
I put that shit on my sister
Keep that ho when I ride
And I'm talking about my lil pistol
That's cause the streets hella cold
Most of my friends turn to foes
Some of these niggas are bitches
Most of these women be hoes
But I just stay on my
Grizzle, fuck we get money, niggas
Most these pussies just talk it
I really know me some killers
Don't even go there, don't even go there!
Most of my niggas labeled felons boy
Don't make em go there i holler, fuck a man
That pussy shit you stand for
These people hate that I done made it
What you mad for?
I'm doing me, my truey jeans
Is full of cash flow
And that real nigga shit the
Only thing I stand on i'm out of my mind
I'm going 200 on the dash board
My whips so foreign
It's a must I keep my passport
My chopper gold
I mean that Trinidad James ho
In twenty jesus pieces, bury
Me with chains on, pussy!
Shoutout to that boy stunner!
Shoutout to that boy George Dukes!
Shoutout to my nigga Wayne!
Mac Man, I see you!
OK, now two jesus pieces running
These streets and my loafers
Every day I'm a hustler
I gotta meet my new quota
Rest in peace all my niggas
I'm trying to find me some closure
Niggas ain't who they say they are
It's 'bout time expose em
Fresh and I'm in that new Lotus
I block the fake like a golie
Killing these niggas I promise
Just wanted to send my condolence
Better know we out here, yeah boy
We out here
And it ain't no limes you know them couches
I'm paper counting them cowards piling
Take a trip overseas then come
Back and buy me beamer
Tippin' toe on the forges
That's a new ballerina
Only eat up the pussy if
You smell like a finna
Keep some shit in the trunk
That just might clear out arenas
I'm talkin' Starvation 2
The beast is back in the booth
I got that shit off the muscle
I'm only preaching the truth
I thank the Lord every morning
I'm not that boy on the corner
Got a crib big as walmart
And ho I'm the owner, yea!
Toe tag, nigga! Ace Hood!
Trials and tribulations, the new album, 2013
Nigga we the hottest
We the bidness, nigga, we them niggas
Ya feel me? (We got too much money to be
Fuckin around with ya'll niggas)
We the best!
(See sometimes you gotta understand) yMCMB!
(We don't personally have to come see you
But we will have somebody personally
To come see you)
It's cause I love my squad
Shoutout to that we the best music
Play that new Ace Hood! Guess what? YMCMB!
OK, now God that's above
The only man who can judge
Flip a brick to a Benz
Never reveal who the plug over money
I know some young'ins who
Turned on their blood
If niggas' bitches, just dig em ditches
That's rule number one
Ain't never gonna turn on my niggas
I put that shit on my sister
Keep that ho when I ride
And I'm talking about my lil pistol
That's cause the streets hella cold
Most of my friends turn to foes
Some of these niggas are bitches
Most of these women be hoes
But I just stay on my
Grizzle, fuck we get money, niggas
Most these pussies just talk it
I really know me some killers
Don't even go there, don't even go there!
Most of my niggas labeled felons boy
Don't make em go there i holler, fuck a man
That pussy shit you stand for
These people hate that I done made it
What you mad for?
I'm doing me, my truey jeans
Is full of cash flow
And that real nigga shit the
Only thing I stand on i'm out of my mind
I'm going 200 on the dash board
My whips so foreign
It's a must I keep my passport
My chopper gold
I mean that Trinidad James ho
In twenty jesus pieces, bury
Me with chains on, pussy!
Shoutout to that boy stunner!
Shoutout to that boy George Dukes!
Shoutout to my nigga Wayne!
Mac Man, I see you!
OK, now two jesus pieces running
These streets and my loafers
Every day I'm a hustler
I gotta meet my new quota
Rest in peace all my niggas
I'm trying to find me some closure
Niggas ain't who they say they are
It's 'bout time expose em
Fresh and I'm in that new Lotus
I block the fake like a golie
Killing these niggas I promise
Just wanted to send my condolence
Better know we out here, yeah boy
We out here
And it ain't no limes you know them couches
I'm paper counting them cowards piling
Take a trip overseas then come
Back and buy me beamer
Tippin' toe on the forges
That's a new ballerina
Only eat up the pussy if
You smell like a finna
Keep some shit in the trunk
That just might clear out arenas
I'm talkin' Starvation 2
The beast is back in the booth
I got that shit off the muscle
I'm only preaching the truth
I thank the Lord every morning
I'm not that boy on the corner
Got a crib big as walmart
And ho I'm the owner, yea!
Toe tag, nigga! Ace Hood!
Trials and tribulations, the new album, 2013
Nigga we the hottest
We the bidness, nigga, we them niggas
Ya feel me? (We got too much money to be
Fuckin around with ya'll niggas)
We the best!
(See sometimes you gotta understand) yMCMB!
(We don't personally have to come see you
But we will have somebody personally
To come see you)