"2K19" lyrics
Ain't no need to check the score, Bitch imma keep scorin
I get money and go home, bitch my life boring
Mama want me to quit the lean but imma keep pourin
Got an automated 12 gauge, look like a leaf blower
Outta town with my buster on, bitch I'm from Detroit
I got some white boys that really bout it, they on Ecourse
You ain't got no money in your pockets, what you sleep for
I-75 fucked up, I had to detour
Big ass diamonds in my ear, look like a keloid
Fuck around and buy your mama house, be her landlord
Trap just put the whole cup on my concourse
I got moneh, but ain't ever got no time for it
She gave me brain so I see what's on her mind for
She don't fuck with rappers, they be cappin they be lyin to her
Bitch I'm really active I'm in traffic I be flyin to it
You can do whatever, long as you put your mind to it
I'm done smokin weed, sippin lean, bitch I'm focused
My niggas on that tip you better watch how you approach us
Them sticks in the whip, but we got out with them pokers
Wearin brass knuckles, I'll leave your shit open
Nigga I'm the don I don't never need no coachin
Prezi on my arm I ain't never did no votin
I feel like niggas owe me, better come up off them tokens
Firebomb your studio and leave that bitch smokin
Snatch a nigga out his pickup truck like Hulk Hogan
Beat him in his legs, with a bat, till they broken
Imma keep my foots on they necks while they chokin
I make all my hoes bring me a check like I'm pimpin
I might put a hunnid on my neck cause I'm ignant
Once you on that side you better steady you can't fix it
You been beggin me to shoot this bitch you betta not miss it
They got my nigga locked up need pay my dawg a visit
I come a long way from fuckin with you lame bitches
I got a group of white boys that like to hang niggas
I used to treat your pussy ass like a gang member
I finna split your shit cause I got a bad temper
Boogie man goin up top why you think he came with us
Nigga you ain't gang gang
You ain't from no gang with us
It was me n Go's son out with the Johnny Cage niggas
Pussy ass frozed up like you was on the stage nigga
Word through the grape vine I heard you sayin you made niggas
Bought that little ass chain but you ain't never paid niggas
You was my brother I ain't gon kill you, we can catch the fade nigga
Beat you in the waves nigga
You gon need some braids nigga
Better get out my way nigga
Get hit with a straight nigga
I walk through with 8 niggas
I be with them apes nigga
I get money and go home, bitch my life boring
Mama want me to quit the lean but imma keep pourin
Got an automated 12 gauge, look like a leaf blower
Outta town with my buster on, bitch I'm from Detroit
I got some white boys that really bout it, they on Ecourse
You ain't got no money in your pockets, what you sleep for
I-75 fucked up, I had to detour
Big ass diamonds in my ear, look like a keloid
Fuck around and buy your mama house, be her landlord
Trap just put the whole cup on my concourse
I got moneh, but ain't ever got no time for it
She gave me brain so I see what's on her mind for
She don't fuck with rappers, they be cappin they be lyin to her
Bitch I'm really active I'm in traffic I be flyin to it
You can do whatever, long as you put your mind to it
I'm done smokin weed, sippin lean, bitch I'm focused
My niggas on that tip you better watch how you approach us
Them sticks in the whip, but we got out with them pokers
Wearin brass knuckles, I'll leave your shit open
Nigga I'm the don I don't never need no coachin
Prezi on my arm I ain't never did no votin
I feel like niggas owe me, better come up off them tokens
Firebomb your studio and leave that bitch smokin
Snatch a nigga out his pickup truck like Hulk Hogan
Beat him in his legs, with a bat, till they broken
Imma keep my foots on they necks while they chokin
I make all my hoes bring me a check like I'm pimpin
I might put a hunnid on my neck cause I'm ignant
Once you on that side you better steady you can't fix it
You been beggin me to shoot this bitch you betta not miss it
They got my nigga locked up need pay my dawg a visit
I come a long way from fuckin with you lame bitches
I got a group of white boys that like to hang niggas
I used to treat your pussy ass like a gang member
I finna split your shit cause I got a bad temper
Boogie man goin up top why you think he came with us
Nigga you ain't gang gang
You ain't from no gang with us
It was me n Go's son out with the Johnny Cage niggas
Pussy ass frozed up like you was on the stage nigga
Word through the grape vine I heard you sayin you made niggas
Bought that little ass chain but you ain't never paid niggas
You was my brother I ain't gon kill you, we can catch the fade nigga
Beat you in the waves nigga
You gon need some braids nigga
Better get out my way nigga
Get hit with a straight nigga
I walk through with 8 niggas
I be with them apes nigga
Writer(s): Martain Parker
