96 GS

Lyrics

[Intro] What's happening? It's only right that we start this series off with something cinematic Only certain niggas can touch the classics You're now listening to one of those niggas (It's Crooked) Shout out all my people out there waiting on the return [Verse 1] I started off in an old Toyota switching lanes comfortably Yeah it's back, different day, same fuckery She shawty she ain't fuck with me 'Til I got my Lexus, will someone tell that bitch that they made by the same company? Provide the context for calling bitches, "bitches" Man, your misses be your gravity She gon' hold you down but your mistress be the barbershop She gon' line you up and sweep it under the rug Broomstick for the wicked witches It's the poisonous mentality unfortunate reality For citizens in the hood, that what force us in fatality Some see abortion as brutality But don't care if the police force academy leave me a corpse in a casualty Never see me taking pictures with a Robocop If you see a photo op, nigga that's Photoshop Told 'em stop killing my niggas then maybe we can talk Nah fuck that, middle finger speeding off in a 96 GS, 96 GS Long Beach, late '90s on the ES East Side put the money over BS Fam Biz in my GS [Chorus] I'm riding with my real niggas only Real niggas only Real niggas only, my real-real I'm riding with my real niggas only Real niggas only Real niggas only 96 GS [Verse 2] Better leave these streets alone, better know these streets is cold Them niggas just keep the pole, singing like Keyshia Cole If music can free ya soul I'm getting out my bars like a felon when he parole Once a week and I just reload Streets love me when I drop it, keep it 100 on these beats I'm so money in the pocket, I go dummy when I rock it Give me the drum beat, I'ma wash it Rappers go to the cleaners, the active flow of a genius Keep it funding in the wallet Get green like a weed grower keep sending them beats over Me and Diz a pair of animals, call us the street snower Always prepare for cannibals move with the leaf blower Lean ya over tear your mandible, ambulance be your chauffeur Then I'm walking through the club in slow motion just like it's Belly Bottle service the DJ, play us some Makaveli These bitches at the deli bread, meat and cheese V.I.P. to the telly, get head, sleep, repeat I'm in my 96 GS, 96 GS Long Beach late '90s on the ES East Side put the money over BS Fam Biz in my GS [Chorus] I'm riding with my real niggas only Real niggas only Real niggas only, my real-real I'm riding with my real niggas only Real niggas only Real niggas only 96 GS [Outro] Yeah I'm back Hahaha What up? Y'all know what's happenin', yo Shout out to all my people followin' the series on the 'Gram Know what I mean? The blue bird, Facebook, all that shit, you feel me? But yo, I need y'all to go to that Spotify Download that shit So you can get hit every week And every week And every week, bitch Hahaha Yo We back in this motherfucker I'ma put my foot on these niggas necks all year, alright? Bark at ya dawg