Bridesburg

Lyrics
Get my strap to my bitch and get dropped at the airport They say the beef in the way, yeah, okay, but I'm here for it Talk I don't care for, over that work, I'll be there every first like a landlord They pull my bro with a boat full of doze, I'm so on go, I done ran for it Fuck the law, we ain't pullin' over, dash packed up, full of Yola Homie said you wasn't listenin', so he sent the bands and a bullet told ya Burned every bridge, who could you go to? Get a plug almost half off front like a hood promoter Man, I pull up on ya with a loaded somethin Youngin told me, OG, you just hold the button And I overpaid it just to throw him somethin And he knows I raised it like my oldest son I gotta overcome, they got a water fund You think the corner fun until you caught with one And like a quarter iron goin' a quarter rumblin' With a quarter pointin' cause you pourin' Hustlin' Told him, till you come back with some bread, no more discussion Fiends tappin' on my window, that's raw percussion But it's all or nothin' when they call the gunnin' And you all are gummin' And the law is comin' And your heart is pumpin' cause you saw this comin' I hit that alley in Bridesburg and started runnin' I got it crackin' in Bridesburg and started somethin' They tried to get me in Bridesburg, they all got nothin' T got it jumpin', y'all got nothin' Gon' start a beef and go back to the Bing Time that you home, my bag is too big You in the grave, that I can dig I pay in ye, that I can bring I pray for my phone and that it'll ring I see the snakes link up with the rats I guess that's the new thing Pay who you owe, bet you I pay who you know Tell him I pay you in blow She give me brain on the low Some say she a hoe She like to play in the snow We been on go from the go That's how it go except I got the paper to show I play my enemies close, you don't ever know Can't let it fuck up my flow I hit that alley in Bridesburg and started runnin' I got it crackin' in Bridesburg and started somethin' They tried to get me in Bridesburg, they all got nothin' T got it jumpin', y'all got nothin' I hit that alley in Bridesburg and started runnin' I got it crackin' in Bridesburg and started somethin' They tried to get me in Bridesburg, they all got nothin' Y'all got nothin'
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Credits
- Writers
- OT the Real
- Nickel Plated