"From That Way" lyrics
(Iced Up Records)
All I do is pop my shit, I get boy the nicer ho
Get the Rolls, buy two bricks, I ain't got no license, though
Dog shit fill up my pants, bitch, I need a diaper, my ho
I get dressed, put on that shit, got Louis sneaks and my cologne
All these niggas rap like me, mm, bitch, I made them niggas
Can't keep up, but can compete, there's too much of paper difference
Did a show with fifty Gs, bought two Dracs and eighty pistols
Yellow Percocets Chinese with Ty, his neighbor crippled (Iced Up Records)
I got Chanel, no lil' plate, dog, yeah, I ate 'em bitches
Black and white and Asian bitches, I just have my way with bitches
We're okay, and he from the eight, I'm from the sixth, we eighty-six
There's some niggas out here tellin' 'bout some shit I can't even mention
Got more children than your whole team
Lil' Willy said them feds watchin', keep your nose clean
Money long, nigga, I still be spendin' old cheese
Got a hundred rounds sittin' in that Drac', this bitch a long sleeve
I ain't doin' no rap beef, yeah, bitch, I'm from that way
Think my young nigga MUA, he'll pull up and paint your face
Are you out here cashin' hoes? We let that bitch play in your face
Takin' risk about that pape', we crash out and catch a case
Nothin' but slips sittin' in my safe, a half of million, give or take
This [?]'s a candlelight, reach for my chain, this shit ain't safe
I ain't friendly with these niggas, fuck 'em, mane, these niggas jakes
I [?] to the woods, shit, I'd rather be with snakes
Mm, out the mud, nigga, fuck the law, nigga
Weight the dog about a tons, nigga
Big bag, cuh, got bounty hunters, that's my blood niggas
GI stones, that shit you rock, that's what my son'll get, nigga
Yeah, man, fuck these niggas
These niggas, they ain't fuckin' with me
I ain't got nothing else to say, bro, cut that bitch up, bitch
Everything y'all niggas do, I don't do, I do the other thing
Everything, y'all niggas go across the street that way, I'm goin' up
Holla at your boy, I do other things, man, I don't do what y'all niggas do
I don't do what niggas do, I don't watch niggas' money, I don't care
I just do what I do
All I do is pop my shit, I get boy the nicer ho
Get the Rolls, buy two bricks, I ain't got no license, though
Dog shit fill up my pants, bitch, I need a diaper, my ho
I get dressed, put on that shit, got Louis sneaks and my cologne
All these niggas rap like me, mm, bitch, I made them niggas
Can't keep up, but can compete, there's too much of paper difference
Did a show with fifty Gs, bought two Dracs and eighty pistols
Yellow Percocets Chinese with Ty, his neighbor crippled (Iced Up Records)
I got Chanel, no lil' plate, dog, yeah, I ate 'em bitches
Black and white and Asian bitches, I just have my way with bitches
We're okay, and he from the eight, I'm from the sixth, we eighty-six
There's some niggas out here tellin' 'bout some shit I can't even mention
Got more children than your whole team
Lil' Willy said them feds watchin', keep your nose clean
Money long, nigga, I still be spendin' old cheese
Got a hundred rounds sittin' in that Drac', this bitch a long sleeve
I ain't doin' no rap beef, yeah, bitch, I'm from that way
Think my young nigga MUA, he'll pull up and paint your face
Are you out here cashin' hoes? We let that bitch play in your face
Takin' risk about that pape', we crash out and catch a case
Nothin' but slips sittin' in my safe, a half of million, give or take
This [?]'s a candlelight, reach for my chain, this shit ain't safe
I ain't friendly with these niggas, fuck 'em, mane, these niggas jakes
I [?] to the woods, shit, I'd rather be with snakes
Mm, out the mud, nigga, fuck the law, nigga
Weight the dog about a tons, nigga
Big bag, cuh, got bounty hunters, that's my blood niggas
GI stones, that shit you rock, that's what my son'll get, nigga
Yeah, man, fuck these niggas
These niggas, they ain't fuckin' with me
I ain't got nothing else to say, bro, cut that bitch up, bitch
Everything y'all niggas do, I don't do, I do the other thing
Everything, y'all niggas go across the street that way, I'm goin' up
Holla at your boy, I do other things, man, I don't do what y'all niggas do
I don't do what niggas do, I don't watch niggas' money, I don't care
I just do what I do
Writer(s): Icewear Vezzo, Artem Raschepkin
