King Lil G - Blvd lyrics

It’s 47 in this bitch

Coming up out the street
Bitch I’m coming up out the curb
Back on my shit, I be murdering these verses
Bitches coming up to me
What’s popping Lil G?
Give a fuck about the rumors and
What enemies gon’ think
South side on mine, fuck it up then I leave
Find out where you live at
We fuck around and go deep
Now look at me, I’m living in a mansion
Started from the bottom sleeping
On a dirty mattress
Black bandana on, got my own fashion
47 beanie with the black supreme jacket
Back on tweedy boulevard
Where the shit happened
I don’t really know but fucking
Hoes was a habit mobbing through Atlantic
Who the fuck want static?

Murder all the time, murder all the time
Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind
Murder all the time, murder all the time
Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind

A hundred pounds of weed
I was getting it from the bay
They can’t tell me shit
I took a risk and got paid
The streets got flooded
Gotta keep it a hunnid
Fuck it up then I’m thuggin’
Don’t hesitate when you busting
I really miss my dawg Will
With me in the streets
Remember when I picked up about a quarter P
Shout out to my solid
Little soldiers in Chicago
We speak the same language
When we in the gang module
All my dawgs in Compton, throw it up
All my G’s in South Central, throw it up
All my dawgs in Lynwood, throw it up
South Side muthafucker yeah we blowing up

Murder all the time, murder all the time
Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind
Murder all the time, murder all the time
Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind

It’s 47 in this bitch
Murder on my mind, murder on my mind