I'm just mobbin' wit the gang
Niggas see I got that change
And they think that I'm a stain, but I'm not though
Holographic on that aim
If he reachin' for my chain
I cock back and let it bang, bitch we got poles
Yeah my knots swole
But I'm still in the fuckin' streets like a pot hole
I'm still
(Juggin' and finessin' off the Rock Road)
I'm still
(Juggin and finessin' off the Rock Road)
Yeah, yeah
I'm just mobbin' wit the gang
Niggas see I got that change
And they think that I'm a stain, but I'm not though
Holographic on that aim
If he reachin' for my chain
I cock back and let it bang, bitch we got poles
Yeah my knots swole
But I'm still in the fuckin' streets like a pot hole
I'm still
(Juggin' and finessin' off the Rock Road)
I'm still
(Juggin and finessin' off the Rock Road)
From the Westside
On Hodiamont, Martin Luther King to the Rock Road
All the way through Maryland Heights I'm dodgin' the cops though
But you so bad you so perfect, I'll make the trip it's so worth it
How could I not go?
Finna cut my phone off
Know you like that shit I can't mess with, go wipe your nose off
Laid up we touchin' caressing, wanna take your clothes off
And it might go down any second your booty so soft
Go 'head and go off
Roll up that green, smokin' Blue Dream
Exotic Pop Vanilla Cream, yeah that's my thing
And you might could mix it with codeine, promethazine
You know I don't sip lean
But if it's me and you I'll take a drink
Then I'm back out in these streets, 'Cause I gotta get to the money
Probably should be deceased, But niggas know how I'm comin'
So hold it down like you supposed to
'Cause any day could be my last them streets is cold boo
(20 20 20 20 20)
Yeah
I'm just mobbin' wit the gang
Niggas see I got that change
And they think that I'm a stain, but I'm not though
Holographic on that aim
If he reachin' for my chain
I cock back and let it bang, bitch we got poles
Yeah my knots swole
But I'm still in the fuckin' streets like a pot hole
I'm still
(Juggin' and finessin' off the Rock Road)
I'm still
(Juggin and finessin' off the Rock Road)
I Juug, Finesse
You good? Say Less
My hood, the West
(I'm from the GuttaLand)
You get, so wet
When we, connect
So please, undress
(I'm from the GuttaLand)
No time, to waste
So I, can't stay
Got plays, to make
(I hope you understand)
I'm just a young real nigga from the West
(I'm from the GuttaLand)
(Let's go)
Been told you come round my way, baby
But the life I'm living in these streets every day, is crazy
If you got a problem blame my OGs cuz they, raised me
If you got a problem you can blame my OGs
If you trying to roll wit me, I'mma keep you safe and get you together
Might pay a couple Bills, keep it trill i'mma get you whatever
Just know that when it's time to grind I'mma have to get to this cheddar
These niggas ain't applyin' no pressure
(20 20 20 20 20)
Yeah
I'm just mobbin' wit the gang
Niggas see I got that change
And they think that I'm a stain, but I'm not though
Holographic on that aim
If he reachin' for my chain
I cock back and let it bang, bitch we got poles
Yeah my knots swole
But I'm still in the fuckin' streets like a pot hole
I'm still
(Juggin' and finessin' off the Rock Road)
I'm still
(Juggin and finessin' off the Rock Road)
Yeah, yeah
I'm just mobbin' wit the gang
Niggas see I got that change
And they think that I'm a stain, but I'm not though
Holographic on that aim
If he reachin' for my chain
I cock back and let it bang, bitch we got poles
Yeah my knots swole
But I'm still in the fuckin' streets like a pot hole
I'm still
(Juggin' and finessin' off the Rock Road)
I'm still
(Juggin and finessin' off the Rock Road)