Lyrics

[Verse 1] Where's my Gs at? Sippin' Mickey's and wearing Dickies Throwin' up your set with a neck full of hickies No, I'm not Ricky but I live la vida loca Buckin' down you socas that be talkin' out your bocas Mota for the smokers, coka for the nose Peace to all my niggas that be talkin' shit to hoes Clothes always creased screamin' out fuck peace Nigga, I'm from the streets where the devil never sleeps Deep into the bangin' started slangin' tryin' to make it Run up on my shit, you got to murder me to take it Never tried to fake, tried to make it the way I can 'Cause man made the money, money never made the man Listen to the whistle, keep your fingers on the pistol Fuckin wit that crystal makes a mothafucka dismissed Every thing you love, and every thing done Don't mean a fuckin thing when a mothafuckas sprung [Chorus] Leave it alone, you're fuckin' up holmes You're doin' 'em wrong, you're doin' 'em wrong You're doin' 'em wrong for all the wrong reasons You got a karma with all the four seasons Leave it alone, you're fuckin' up holmes You're doin' 'em wrong, you're doin' 'em wrong You're doin' 'em wrong for all the wrong reasons You got a karma with all the four seasons [Verse 2] Anyways, just another day, but I'm livin' Givin' it all I got for my mothafuckin' Tot Hustlin' my shit, makin' sure it's in your spot Bumpin' down your block hear it every where you walk Hocus pocus I was faded when I wrote this PCP smokers bangin' who the lokest Bury you, I'm darin' you, see if I put scare in you No air in you, left, when I done leave you hung Tattos and hair nets, youngsters and vets Throwin' up their sets screamin' out fucked the rest Let the dogs loose, gettin' faded off the juice I'm fightin' to get rich while you're fightin' over a bitch Mothafuck you both, I'm stickin' to my oath Terrorfy you bitches when you hear about my riches It's not about my salary it's all about reality I'm tryin' to feed my family, so, why the fuck you mad at me? [Chorus] Leave it alone, you're fuckin' up holmes You're doin' 'em wrong, you're doin' 'em wrong You're doin' 'em wrong for all the wrong reasons You got a karma with all the four seasons Leave it alone, you're fuckin' up holmes You're doin' 'em wrong, you're doin' 'em wrong You're doin' 'em wrong for all the wrong reasons You got a karma with all the four seasons [Outro] Yeah, this is to all you back stabbing bitches All you two faced hipocrits You mothafuckin' haters out there You know who you are You got some karma for that ass Karma for all the four seasons, gone