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From The Bottom

 

From The Bottom

(album: Yellow Tape 2 - 2021)


G-Lock
South Memphis' finest
Yeah
(Get the bag, King Wonka)
Ayy

You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (Cut, cutthroat), yeah
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (Cut, cutthroat), yeah
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (Cut, cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (Cut, cutthroat), yeah, they cutthroat (Yeah)

Ten toes down, I stayed on my grind
Yeah, you know, I had money on my mind
Walking home, face long, looking down
Like, "Damn, damn, damn, I gotta shine" (Shine)
On these hating ass niggas, yeah (Yeah)
And these hating ass bitches, uh (Yeah, fuck you hoes)
Remember saying, "I gotta get it" (I gotta get it)
Yeah, and now a nigga getting plenty (Getting plenty, ayy, I'm really having this shit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My watch hitting, pendant glistening (Bitch)
Ayy, every day it's Christmas (Bitch)
And this just the way I'm living (Bitch)
It ain't no more stressing (Uh-huh)
God sent me blessings on blessings (For real)
Look, I ain't 'bout to [?]
(No more stressing, God sent me blessings)
Don't blame me, nigga (Blessings), haha (On blessings)
Ayy, blame the nigga that made you (Yeah)
The devil in my face but God got my back though (God got my back)
The pistol on my waist, can't wait to let it blast (Bah)
McLaren, text my momma every time I crash, yeah
I told my new bitch that I'm nothing like her last, yeah (Like her last)
I told this bitch that I'm getting too much paper (Too much)
Difference between me and him, is he gon' save it (Haha, yeah)
But I might fuck her then delete the number later, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Can't trust these thots, these hoes craving for a baby, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up on opps, yeah I rock 'em like a cradle (Boom, bah)
Me and the gang, we popping thugs and engage, yeah (Yeah)
Got plenty favor, I be dripping on a hater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
This shit still major, still got millions on the table, nigga (No cap)
Ayy, I be grinding like I'm skating, nigga
I just told this one bitch she ain't fucking with no basic nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I just poured a four up but it's Wock'-Wock' with no chaser, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Black and white diamonds in my Jacob segragation, nigga (Segragation, nigga)
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy

You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (Up though, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah
Yeah, they cutthroat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah, yeah, they cutthroat (Yeah, yeah), yeah

Bah
The fuck

done

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