GetRichZay, C Hop 2800 - 50 50 lyrics
[GetRichZay, C Hop 2800 - 50 50 lyrics]
Go (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Six shit, nigga, don't get your bitch hit
Know we make your head split (Big C Hop)
Yeah
I don't know why they mention me
(I don't know why they)
I ain't got shit to
Do with them (I ain't got shit to do, Yeah)
Dumb-ass opp tried to play it creep
(Dumb ass) , too bad I already knew was him
Feds think I'm tryna hoop
(Feds think I'm) , "GetRich
Why you got shooters in here?"
(I got shooters)
Cull it down, then give it a boot
Had to show it ain't no love in here
I'm in the club with young rich
Shooters, them young niggas turnt
They throwin' up dubs in here
(Throwin' up dubs in here)
Uh, better not cross that street
Watch how he get hit
We turn niggas to a deal (Aight, to a deal)
Know this an SRT, got a grip (SRT)
That bitch two hands whenever I steer
(I steer) doin' a dash, the police around
(I'm gone) , I'm doin' one-eighty
Whenever they near (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Ayy, bitch
It's a switch on the back of that Glock
(Switch, frrt)
I'ma hit up that nigga and whoever he near
(Near)
Them young niggas turnt, they throwin'
Up gang for sho'
They gon' put that shit in your ear
(Put that shit in your ear)
Uh, tired them young niggas turnt
That throwin' that gang, Gang
Up that chop, go bang, bang
Me and my Draco too locked in
I swear that bitch my main thing
(Swear that bitch be come on)
2SG, FSG, Fifty Gang, same thing
(Fifty Gang like that)
Bitch, I feel I'm a king of the jungle
I think I'm on top of the chain
(Aight, come on)
Bitch, I just want money from all this rap
(Gang, gang, gang)
I don't care about none of fame
(None of fame)
Uh, better not stand too close
When I up that chop (Go, go)
This bitch here flame (This bitch be flame)
I'm in this bitch pourin' drank in my cup
(Drank) , I feel like Kurt Cobain (Phew)
Uh, told that bitch, "I don't
Pass no blunt" she nasty, Swear she a lame
(Lame, lame)
Yeah, told myself gotta stay on point
Two steps 'head of the game (Let's go)
Uh, told my bros, "I never
Switch over the bread
Just me and the gang" (Aight, come on)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah! Yeah) , we prepared, we ready to war
We ready to bang yeah, yeah
(Yeah! Yeah) , he precise
Whenever he shootin'
That boy got aim (Psh, aight, aight
Come on)
Six shit, nigga, don't get your bitch hit
Know we make your head split (Big C Hop)
Yeah
I don't know why they mention me
(I don't know why they)
I ain't got shit to
Do with them (I ain't got shit to do, Yeah)
Dumb-ass opp tried to play it creep
(Dumb ass) , too bad I already knew was him
Feds think I'm tryna hoop
(Feds think I'm) , "GetRich
Why you got shooters in here?"
(I got shooters)
Cull it down, then give it a boot
Had to show it ain't no love in here
I'm in the club with young rich
Shooters, them young niggas turnt
They throwin' up dubs in here
(Throwin' up dubs in here)
Uh, better not cross that street
Watch how he get hit
We turn niggas to a deal (Aight, to a deal)
Know this an SRT, got a grip (SRT)
That bitch two hands whenever I steer
(I steer) doin' a dash, the police around
(I'm gone) , I'm doin' one-eighty
Whenever they near (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Ayy, bitch
It's a switch on the back of that Glock
(Switch, frrt)
I'ma hit up that nigga and whoever he near
(Near)
Them young niggas turnt, they throwin'
Up gang for sho'
They gon' put that shit in your ear
(Put that shit in your ear)
Uh, tired them young niggas turnt
That throwin' that gang, Gang
Up that chop, go bang, bang
Me and my Draco too locked in
I swear that bitch my main thing
(Swear that bitch be come on)
2SG, FSG, Fifty Gang, same thing
(Fifty Gang like that)
Bitch, I feel I'm a king of the jungle
I think I'm on top of the chain
(Aight, come on)
Bitch, I just want money from all this rap
(Gang, gang, gang)
I don't care about none of fame
(None of fame)
Uh, better not stand too close
When I up that chop (Go, go)
This bitch here flame (This bitch be flame)
I'm in this bitch pourin' drank in my cup
(Drank) , I feel like Kurt Cobain (Phew)
Uh, told that bitch, "I don't
Pass no blunt" she nasty, Swear she a lame
(Lame, lame)
Yeah, told myself gotta stay on point
Two steps 'head of the game (Let's go)
Uh, told my bros, "I never
Switch over the bread
Just me and the gang" (Aight, come on)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah! Yeah) , we prepared, we ready to war
We ready to bang yeah, yeah
(Yeah! Yeah) , he precise
Whenever he shootin'
That boy got aim (Psh, aight, aight
Come on)