"Active" lyrics
Mm, mmm, mm
Uh, uh, uh, ohh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uhh
I'm out the PJs, the gutter
Really havin' my way, shawty think she my bae, but I passed that bitch right to my brother
Really came from the bottom, we really was starvin', I jumped off my grandmama front porch
Really grew up 'round robbers, I think about Pablo, I could've got shot in that Tahoe
I tried to flee from the motherfuckin' cops, turned the corner, we hit the corner, and go
We hit the corner and blast it
I'm pleadin' guilty, I'm sorry your honor, these niggas condone in that rattin'
Ayy, walk with Mo Fifty, I know that he comin' right back on some motherfuckin' crack shit
I'm young and I'm fly, shawty know what I got 'cause I'm rockin' a expensive fabric
My lil' homie locked down, got a knife in his pouch, when it come to that murder, he active
I'm in my murder-groovy
Thirty-two hundred on Louis seats
Really came from the bottom, I could've got shot up, so I thank Allah what he do for me
Yeah, lil' shawty she bad and she all 'bout a dollar, so she always callin' to do for me
Youngin smoke out the bag and he ride with a chopper 'cause he always plottin' to do the streets
Whole hundred racks, I'ma get at my partner 'cause he need a lawyer for robbery
Shawty claimin' she loyal, when I hit the feds, I know that she not gon' ride with me
Look like 'luminum foil
Yeah, my wrist and my neck
It cost a hundred and fifty G's
Really come from the soil, the back of the 'jects, where you blessed if you get a fifty piece
I done sent her some more, yeah, then jumped in a 'vette where that bitch really look like she Vietnamese
I done jumped out the jailhouse and ran up a check to the point where they wanna get rid of me
Police ran in the house, knocked me off for some packs
Ever since then, I knew just to keep it G
If he go in-and-out, he's a motherfuckin' rat and that'll really kill all your history
Balenciaga my umbrella (I gotta grind and I gotta have dope)
Know I just wanna shine ever since the ghetto
Get rich, die tryin' while I'm on the corner
I'm drippin' sauce like a nigga from Marlo
That's what made him a boss, all the times he been locked up
I ran it up off the block in the trap house
'Fore I jump out the car, know I'm pullin' my strap out
I made it far goin' with my decision
"I'll beat court," now, he goin' to prison
Had to go make a choice and I chose to make millions
Yeah, I fuck with you shawty, but keepin' my distance
Come and sit down and talk, girl, you know I'ma listen
'Hamdulillah, say my prayer to the ceilin'
Shawty know that I love her, but, no, I don't trust her
She wonder why that I don't do no kissin'
I'm out the PJs, the gutter
Really havin' my way, shawty think she my bae, but I passed that bitch right to my brother
Really came from the bottom, we really was starvin', I jumped off my grandmama front porch
Really grew up 'round robbers, I think about Pablo, I could've got shot in that Tahoe
I tried to flee from the motherfuckin' cops, turned the corner, we hit the corner, and go
We hit the corner and blast it
I'm pleadin' guilty, I'm sorry your honor, these niggas condone in that rattin'
Ayy, walk with Mo Fifty, I know that he comin' right back on some motherfuckin' crack shit
I'm young and I'm fly, shawty know what I got 'cause I'm rockin' a expensive fabric
My lil' homie locked down, got a knife in his pouch, when it come to that murder, he active
Uh, uh, uh, ohh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uhh
I'm out the PJs, the gutter
Really havin' my way, shawty think she my bae, but I passed that bitch right to my brother
Really came from the bottom, we really was starvin', I jumped off my grandmama front porch
Really grew up 'round robbers, I think about Pablo, I could've got shot in that Tahoe
I tried to flee from the motherfuckin' cops, turned the corner, we hit the corner, and go
We hit the corner and blast it
I'm pleadin' guilty, I'm sorry your honor, these niggas condone in that rattin'
Ayy, walk with Mo Fifty, I know that he comin' right back on some motherfuckin' crack shit
I'm young and I'm fly, shawty know what I got 'cause I'm rockin' a expensive fabric
My lil' homie locked down, got a knife in his pouch, when it come to that murder, he active
I'm in my murder-groovy
Thirty-two hundred on Louis seats
Really came from the bottom, I could've got shot up, so I thank Allah what he do for me
Yeah, lil' shawty she bad and she all 'bout a dollar, so she always callin' to do for me
Youngin smoke out the bag and he ride with a chopper 'cause he always plottin' to do the streets
Whole hundred racks, I'ma get at my partner 'cause he need a lawyer for robbery
Shawty claimin' she loyal, when I hit the feds, I know that she not gon' ride with me
Look like 'luminum foil
Yeah, my wrist and my neck
It cost a hundred and fifty G's
Really come from the soil, the back of the 'jects, where you blessed if you get a fifty piece
I done sent her some more, yeah, then jumped in a 'vette where that bitch really look like she Vietnamese
I done jumped out the jailhouse and ran up a check to the point where they wanna get rid of me
Police ran in the house, knocked me off for some packs
Ever since then, I knew just to keep it G
If he go in-and-out, he's a motherfuckin' rat and that'll really kill all your history
Balenciaga my umbrella (I gotta grind and I gotta have dope)
Know I just wanna shine ever since the ghetto
Get rich, die tryin' while I'm on the corner
I'm drippin' sauce like a nigga from Marlo
That's what made him a boss, all the times he been locked up
I ran it up off the block in the trap house
'Fore I jump out the car, know I'm pullin' my strap out
I made it far goin' with my decision
"I'll beat court," now, he goin' to prison
Had to go make a choice and I chose to make millions
Yeah, I fuck with you shawty, but keepin' my distance
Come and sit down and talk, girl, you know I'ma listen
'Hamdulillah, say my prayer to the ceilin'
Shawty know that I love her, but, no, I don't trust her
She wonder why that I don't do no kissin'
I'm out the PJs, the gutter
Really havin' my way, shawty think she my bae, but I passed that bitch right to my brother
Really came from the bottom, we really was starvin', I jumped off my grandmama front porch
Really grew up 'round robbers, I think about Pablo, I could've got shot in that Tahoe
I tried to flee from the motherfuckin' cops, turned the corner, we hit the corner, and go
We hit the corner and blast it
I'm pleadin' guilty, I'm sorry your honor, these niggas condone in that rattin'
Ayy, walk with Mo Fifty, I know that he comin' right back on some motherfuckin' crack shit
I'm young and I'm fly, shawty know what I got 'cause I'm rockin' a expensive fabric
My lil' homie locked down, got a knife in his pouch, when it come to that murder, he active
