Take It Dere

Lyrics

[Intro] Cicero on the beat Yeaaa That trap way shit nigga You know how we trappin' Z Money [Hook] You want a brick, I got the key, I charge forty-six Smokin' piss, that stanky shit, shout out hood rich rip I'ma vice lord, but I fuck with crips, four five on my hip Gucci dipped, I just left from Phipps, they ain't got shit Takin' trips, Glock it take ya limbs I don't know shit, plead the fifth Straight A catch my drift, F.N catch these tips, (yeaaa) Eighty-thousand on me so stop askin' why I got a limp All these bitches on me got 'em askin' why he not a pimp [Verse 1] I got T.V.L's, that's gon' kill Screamin' Long Live Neal Mercedes-Benz I popped it on the curb, Verde on the wheel Tear off at Wet Willie What, what real, is I really deal Trappin' in the hood, I'ma hero just like Emmett Till But this hero here, dropped ten bands, get a nigga killed Like that in the field He's not like that, he ain't off a pill Would he really kill That's the question, Would he, would he drill Send him on a drill Gettin' us fucked up, now y'all take a L Dope dealer now you can't tell, look at my car, and how I smell I'm feelin' myself With no help, but I got the bail He came in his cell Steady flodgin' like he got the bail He robbin' his self He ain't flodgin' 'cause I need some bails [Hook] You want a brick, I got the key, I charge forty-six Smokin' piss, that stanky shit, shout out hood rich rip I'ma vice lord, but I fuck with crips, four five on my hip Gucci dipped, I just left from Phipps, they ain't got shit Takin' trips, Glock it take ya limbs I don't know shit, plead the fifth Straight A catch my drift, F.N catch these tips, (yeaaa) Eighty-thousand on me so stop askin' why I got a limp All these bitches on me got 'em askin' why he not a pimp [Verse 2] Buscemi my belt, Buscemi my boot Her purse Chanel, a Bentley my coupe Just comin' to serve it 'cause I set bail We came in with Kel's and him and his shooters was high as hell If I ever fail i'm back in O.T.A and sellin' bails But I can't fail My stove is so real, I got a tick Just send 'em to here Ain't worried 'bout that I got dope to sell Can't wait on no mail I'm goin' to get it, drive it back myself When I get there I'm taxin' nigga I got top shelf They like, fuck, hell, Chicago got a lotta' heroin sales They like, fuck, hell, Chicago got a lotta' bullet shells When you go there Take your gun, cause it's guns everywhere When you go there Take your drugs, 'cause junkies everywhere [Hook] You want a brick, I got the key, I charge forty-six Smokin' piss, that stanky shit, shout out hood rich rip I'ma vice lord, but I fuck with crips, four five on my hip Gucci dipped, I just left from Phipps, they ain't got shit Takin' trips, Glock it take ya limbs I don't know shit, plead the fifth Straight A catch my drift, F.N catch these tips, (yeaaa) Eighty-thousand on me so stop askin' why I got a limp All these bitches on me got 'em askin' why he not a pimp