Edgewood (41E Edition Bonus Track)

(الألبوم: Edgewood - 2018)

Jacob and the Big God brazy
ATL Jacob
That Boy Cass

[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 doing 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 what's wrong, lurking
You don't fuck with me I'm on, must be hurting

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 with ya
Summer time posted in the villa
With some real niggas getting millions
While you niggas caught up in ya feelings (too much)
Big boy chilling be getting
I'ma turn a hundred to a mill
Just like I did when stuck in the county
All the whips getting mounted (wet)
Bitch drowning
Break that shit down into ounces
I'm fucking with all the lil bouncers
Necklace fountain
Next bitch bounce that
You ain't really with the shit
I can do moving sex on my dick
It's up to you to bet against the kid
Forty five hundred on my fit, bet

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 doing 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 what's wrong, lurking
You don't fuck with me I'm on, must be hurting

[Alley Boy:]
Mobb shit mobb shit, pulling up popping like opp shit
Edgewood came up, gang stripe robbing in apartments
Zone 6 spending shit, real bricks nigga like gangland
Real bloods, real crips, real G's, mobb on the same plan
First 48 call us stick to calling niggas bringing names up
Streets caught a nigga internet stalking 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 busting 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

[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 doing 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 what's wrong, lurking
You don't fuck with me I'm on, must be hurting