"Lil Mexico" lyrics
Yeah, why?...
Why?...
Once upon a time, I had a breakdown
Fell off and got back on now I got cake now
I'm tryna get you bitches out the way (Mo motherfuckin' 3, nigga)
I'm tryna get your hitter out the way
This a shake down, we beat they block up, gotta catch 'em slipping
Fuck the law, bitch, I won't put this Glock up, won't let them kill me
No military, but I got choppas stocked up, glizzy hold 50
Hit 'em, bow bow, boy don't get blowed down, quit acting silly (yeah)
Go get him, we hit him in traffic, know I'm sliding on my enemies
Felon to the judge, they put my thug in penitentiary
Smoke one of these niggas, light him up just like a Christmas tree
150, that's two choppas, knock his partner out of his misery
Read between the lines, this ain't a song, though (this ain't no song, hoe)
I'm the one that shot ole boy, act like you don't know (shhh)
Don't confuse me for that rap, bitch, I'm on go mode
Go ask Lil B, bitch he gon' tell you 'bout Lil MoMo, bitch, I'm cutthroat
I got niggas yelling gang cross the state line
Say they gon' kill me, I keep hearing it through the grapevine
Stalk a nigga down with this Grey 9
Throw that bitch the laws, find it that shit ain't mine, why
Once upon a time, I had a break down (had a break down)
Fell off and got back on now I got cake now (I got cake now)
I'm tryna' get you bitches out the way (out the way)
I'm getting paid every motherfuckin' day (every day)
I get it popping where I'm at, and nigga they know
Knock him off, I'm tryna give that boy a halo (Boy a halo)
I'm tryna get ya hitta out the way (way, way, way)
I'm getting paid every motherfuckin' day
Hang out the window with that big 4-5th, caught you lackin'
That nigga had that burner on his hip, but I still whacked him
.44 clap him, 'bout that action, we outside (we outside)
If we catch one and put him up, better be quiet (better be quiet)
I know some shit that they don't know I never told, hey
The last nigga that we smoked, he was a no-name
Ran in the spot and gunned him down and left the cocaine
Bitch, I'm HSM for real, this shit here propane (Cutthroat gang)
Once upon a time, I had a break down (had a break down)
Fell off and got back on now I got cake now (I got cake now)
I'm tryna' get you bitches out the way (out the way)
I'm getting paid every motherfuckin' day (every day)
I get it popping where I'm at, and nigga they know
Knock him off, I'm tryna' give that boy a halo (boy a halo)
I'm tryna get ya hitta out the way (way, way, way)
I'm getting paid every motherfuckin' day
Why?...
Once upon a time, I had a breakdown
Fell off and got back on now I got cake now
I'm tryna get you bitches out the way (Mo motherfuckin' 3, nigga)
I'm tryna get your hitter out the way
This a shake down, we beat they block up, gotta catch 'em slipping
Fuck the law, bitch, I won't put this Glock up, won't let them kill me
No military, but I got choppas stocked up, glizzy hold 50
Hit 'em, bow bow, boy don't get blowed down, quit acting silly (yeah)
Go get him, we hit him in traffic, know I'm sliding on my enemies
Felon to the judge, they put my thug in penitentiary
Smoke one of these niggas, light him up just like a Christmas tree
150, that's two choppas, knock his partner out of his misery
Read between the lines, this ain't a song, though (this ain't no song, hoe)
I'm the one that shot ole boy, act like you don't know (shhh)
Don't confuse me for that rap, bitch, I'm on go mode
Go ask Lil B, bitch he gon' tell you 'bout Lil MoMo, bitch, I'm cutthroat
I got niggas yelling gang cross the state line
Say they gon' kill me, I keep hearing it through the grapevine
Stalk a nigga down with this Grey 9
Throw that bitch the laws, find it that shit ain't mine, why
Once upon a time, I had a break down (had a break down)
Fell off and got back on now I got cake now (I got cake now)
I'm tryna' get you bitches out the way (out the way)
I'm getting paid every motherfuckin' day (every day)
I get it popping where I'm at, and nigga they know
Knock him off, I'm tryna give that boy a halo (Boy a halo)
I'm tryna get ya hitta out the way (way, way, way)
I'm getting paid every motherfuckin' day
Hang out the window with that big 4-5th, caught you lackin'
That nigga had that burner on his hip, but I still whacked him
.44 clap him, 'bout that action, we outside (we outside)
If we catch one and put him up, better be quiet (better be quiet)
I know some shit that they don't know I never told, hey
The last nigga that we smoked, he was a no-name
Ran in the spot and gunned him down and left the cocaine
Bitch, I'm HSM for real, this shit here propane (Cutthroat gang)
Once upon a time, I had a break down (had a break down)
Fell off and got back on now I got cake now (I got cake now)
I'm tryna' get you bitches out the way (out the way)
I'm getting paid every motherfuckin' day (every day)
I get it popping where I'm at, and nigga they know
Knock him off, I'm tryna' give that boy a halo (boy a halo)
I'm tryna get ya hitta out the way (way, way, way)
I'm getting paid every motherfuckin' day
Writer(s): Melvin A Noble, Robert Earl Iii Stovall, Eliot Bohr
