Edgewood

Lyrics

[Intro] Jacob in the beat go brazy ATL Jacob That Boy Cass [Chorus: Trouble] Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb Damn that bih say where you come, burbs Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin' You don't fuck with me I'm on, must be hurtin' [Verse 1: Trouble] You don't fuck with me I'm on Gotta be real broke, I put these streets on my back forreal I gave em real hope Shit that you serve on the block ain't real It ain't even real dope I thought you'd be a real nigga yeah I gotta keep it real wit ya Summer time posted in the villa Wit some real niggas gettin' millions While you niggas caught up in ya feelings (too much) Big boy chillin' be gettin' I'ma turn a hundred to a mill Just like I did when stuck in the county All the whips gettin' mounted (wet) Bitch drownin' Break that shit down into ounces I'm fuckin' wit all the lil bouncers Necklace fountain Next bitch bounce that You ain't really wit the shit I can do movin' sex on my dick It's up to you to bet against the kid Forty five hundred on my fit, bet [Chorus: Trouble] Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb Damn that bih say where you come, burbs Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin' You don't fuck with me I'm on, must be hurtin' [Verse 2: Alley Boy] Mobb shit mobb shit, pullin' up poppin' like opp shit Edgewood came up, gang stripe robbin' in apartments Zone 6 spendin' shit, real bricks nigga like gangland Real bloods, real crips, real G's, mobb on the same plan First 48 call us stick to callin' niggas bringing names up Streets caught a nigga internet stalkin' instead of wanna be famous Where I'm from, we ain't never had shit So how could you blame us From a hood you'll be foreign bitch And made you a lame to us Pull up bustin' different niggas in ya hood They're all the same to us Pop a wig nigga betta get ya kids Ya'll the same to us 2-11 we could make a 187 It's all the same to us Edgewood 800 BBS It's all the same to us [Chorus: Trouble] Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb Damn that bih say where you come, burbs Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin' You don't fuck with me I'm on, must be hurtin'