Jim Jones, Neek Bucks, King Jigg, Sen City - Blow It Up lyrics

With the coke price at a all time high
How the fuck we supposed to eat
Got grown man praying to God
Hoping for rake in prices
Game is twisted got these young niggas
Running in banks without A gun
Talking bout they pulling scams niggas acting
Like they scared to Sell Yayo
Where the hustlers at

My soldiers keep on lock
Can’t ride without the piece no more
Almost fifty a gram God damn
How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord)
I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it)
Yellow tape cause i did it (i did it)
Got the streets talking shit
Bout another bitch
But I ain’t even hit it so jones

Uncle Ricky need bail money that was a


He had a substance problem
Started off selling bricks
I thought that was very clear (true story)
Thirty years out of his life never snitched
Shit that is very rare
And my little buzzer Renny he
Beat the death penalty
That was heaven to ma ears I
Would do it all over again
I wouldn’t change nothing at all
And all the coke that I sold
I would move it all again
I’m getting ahead of maself chill
Let me reel it back in
I was dealing crack when
There was no cell phones and I
Swear it was iller back then
It was beepers on streets first Mac ten
Uncle Ronnie had the old black benz
And they say that i'd be iller now
I used to let the Mac go off
Just to watch the shells spill
And now mother fucker let me spell it out
UPS and I need my tracking number
When I mail it out
Mo fuckaz play too much but I
Bet that on some chill
Fuck you and your friends I
Slay two slugs in em
And I got a the bomb dicl that will make you

My soldiers keep on lock
Can’t ride without the piece no more
Almost fifty a gram God damn
How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord)
I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it)
Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it)
Got the streets talking shit
Bout another bitch
But I ain’t even hit it so it’s me nigga

Mama raised a boy the streets made me man
Why the fuck you think ma heart froze
Late nights on the corner
Twelve to a skinny big thirty eight
(ninety eight)
Young boy shooting on the block
Shit they say I caught a body like wondo
Sparked at crossroads four billion up
North road heading on state road
Some niggas ain’t get a date
Real life betting on murphy and
Came up broke we as hungry as stomach
Turn a work to a pack
I was pitching and dodging
To fuck these bitches they the least
Gossip with they friends in the next nigga V
Niece on max with the nine in the seat
Before took the stand he used
To be the plug sheets now it’s fifty

My soldiers keep on lock
Can’t ride without the piece no more
Almost fifty a gram God damn
How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord)
I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it)
Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it)
Got the streets talking shit
Bout another bitch
But I ain’t even hit it so it’s me nigga

Go, ain’t got clocks in the
Roley unless the time tick
I’m on the beretta is ma little sidekick
Bitch got a hold in your life told
Her hold on she my bitch
Then went and put that daytona
Shit on my side bitch
Cruising fly whips tryna with the drop
In it do the limit
But further move with the mop in it
Once I seen them cooking for me
I looked at the pot different
On the rise to the top you gotta drop niggas
Been a hot nigga don’t worry I put in work
A nigga make a move and the
Shotty will put in work
And all you gonna hear is
That shawty was in his
I done took so much trip
That I probably go bizarre
We fell in love with the coco
With a lil coke flow
Everyday we hustling the same shit
Knew the neighbor wanted coke so I
Had to get my own flow
Niggas gonna hustle in the main strip

My soldiers keep on lock
Can’t ride without the piece no more
Almost fifty a gram God damn
How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord)
I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it)
Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it)
Got the streets talking shit
Bout another bitch
But I ain’t even hit it so