Young Chris - Cla**ic lyrics

[Intro:] This what we use to This remind me of that That good nice tell [?] and sh** That old German tale mail Mary sh** That South Philly sh** This what I like to get into Three's a charm, the network [Verse 1:] Mama 2 jobs daddy too high uncle Wok fried uncle Joe too fly Brother baby mama introduce me to the lie That boy hit a win ain't no loose or no retire loosen up the tie Back in my street where it's deep here Bang out with the police here the boss is only me here They gave my n***a life my n***a pose to be here That b**h ain't pose to be here so more war we declare Shout out my younging dean shout out my younging wiz No more leg shots next time in the wig Meanwhile we cutting more deals while you bid So come home and make up for the time that ya'll did Too many n***as tell somebody is with the pig Somebody's got a rundown on somebody with the sig You know somebody's gonna take somebody where you live Put in and let forensic find the bodies at the crib [Chorus:] You know we keep a hundred ever drumroll Hope you ain't around when it unfolds Them n***as sit you down if you take the stand Them boys are k**er man I bought a kilogram You boys ready to die we can hack a strip Street sh**, street sh**, uh you boys ready to die n***a hack a strip street sh**, street sh**, street sh** [Verse 2:] Your a** be dropping names like a game song And the streets treating it right like it ain't wrong f**ing clowns tight lames a put my goons on Bloodstains they leave his name in a tombstone Way of life kid Cudi we day and night Got that player price for the Ye I like don't take it light That's why your girl cheating scum n***a laying pipe Rest in peace pimp got the world pouring in they Sprite Selling Coca-Cola pockets full of stones Fill it to the top and let it pop until it's gone Guy was in a dorm up in Calis with a loan I was breaking hoes making profit off the song Mama was a dear papa never home Clientele running got it popping off the phones Whoever in the chair we knock them off the throne hip hop this is where I belong [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Visions of a hustler pigeons in the dumpster n***as wanna k** you b**hes wanna f** you n***a you is a snitch n***as wanna cut you n***as better duck down smith and west blop town We ain't give a f** then we don't give a f** now Hop on like the president you bring them trucks round Zombies all over the hood you know that dust round Snitch boy was a pitbull he's a mutt now Louis on my stitching Stewart on my luggage Signed a new deal caught a connect wit ma new budget Shout out [?] and [?] go through ma old strip and flood it The n***as and the bad b**hes f** with [Chorus]