Lil' Keke

[fox69]

"Still A "G""
(feat. Killa Kyleon)

"Still A "G""
(feat. Killa Kyleon)



[Talking]
The sequel, Don K, got's to be a G
Got's to be a G, till the day that I die
That's what it is, I'm going all the way back to G
This the one that brought me back
G till the day I doe nigga, hey

[Lil' Keke]
Rest in peace to them boys gone, welcome back to them boy's home
Thank the Lord that I'm still on, even though that I live wrong
Lot of hate since I came back, fuck em all since I came up
Same hood nigga South Park, blowing grams with that same cup
Mama ran cause I'm thugged out, daddy died when I was 19
He never knew that I'd be a G, still chasing that king dream
Up late and I'm going in, rapping hard for them green bucks
Now real niggaz and O.G.'s, stay in my voice and stand up
Herschelwood that's where I'm at, hardhead with that black gat
This war's on I stand strong, it's straight forward no turning back
I got the bread and I'm coming home, rep it hard till I'm dead and gone
This Don Ke and I'm still a G, I swear to God they know this song

[Talking]
Got's to be a G, I got's to be a G
Got's to be a G, till the day that I die
Ay yeah, hey check one-two what it do

[Killa Kyleon]
This Dead End so I talk for H.A.W.K., check it back and I rep for Screw
Crestmont leaning in the leans, stuck on that oil like I stepped in glue
Houston Oiler 3-4, repping that like Earl Campbell
Bopping bitches all on dick, eat my sausage like Earl Campbell
Southside of that Astrodome, 2-88 I'm passing Reed
With a bad bitch she out the car, I'm po'ing oil she passing weed
Hit Cal Wayne what that Dre do, Grit Boyz real niggaz
Free Ron G and that T-Bone, DEA real niggaz
Scar in the H like my stroke fitted, real G I go get it
Certified like I tip of course, slab parked so I took the Porsche
Talk money till a nigga hoarse, keep it G like Gucci 'steins
Still in the hood with them Grit Boyz, and not the niggaz that Gucci signed

[Talking]
Yeah yeah, got to be a G till the day that I die
That I die, till the day that I die
Got's to be a G yeah, got's to be a G that what it is
They didn't know the sequel was gon' turn out like this here
We still hood, G till I die

[Lil' Keke]
I kept praying and I thank God, Lord knows that them streets fraud
Left the block with my head up, understood that them streets hard
I'm still here and I'm still bout it, rep the hood for them boys locked
I do this shit for that Southside, and all them niggaz on y'all block
Let em know that these streets real, jackers roll and them corners hot
Hit the hood with yo mind right, then take it slow cause them laws out
This Don Ke they know me, I'm O.G. for real
I grind I won't mind, that's just what it is

Got to be a G
Got to-got to be a G
Got to be a G
Got to-got to be a G, till the day that I die
Got to-got to be a G got to
Got to-got to be a G till the day that I die

 

[fox69]

"Still At It"
(feat. CB4, Chris Ward)

"Still At It"
(feat. CB4, Chris Ward)



[Talking]
Hold up hold up, Don Ke nigga, that's right
Heart of a hustler, that's right 7-13 nigga check it

[Chorus]
We still at it, and nothing here can change my heart
We still at it, been pushing since the game first start
We still at it, I hustle hard and play my part
We still at it, homie we still at it

[Lil' Keke]
I woke up early this morning, I was a changed man
I had to follow the vision, and switch the game plan
I saw them laws last night, they in that same van
The streets covered in colors, this shit is gang land
If you's a rapper nigga, rap and try to climb that chart
If you's a hustler nigga, never let em change your heart
I see the bigger picture, I need that perfect frame
I flash that red dot, don't need a perfect aim
Feel like I rolled three hundred, with such a perfect game
This shit is perfect timing, ain't that a perfect thang
I'm still at it, I stayed down and held my way
It's Don Ke bitch, I stay here and hail my fate

[Chorus - 2x]

[Chris Ward]
Hey I'm still at it, got a bad busting seal habit
Line for line a bar's a bar, either or I got skill at it
Yo money's yo money, spend however the fuck you feel daddy
Me I like money machines, and I love to count the skrill at it
Any spot I be at be hot, I wouldn't advise you to chill at it
But with street intuition I got, I'd probably peel at it
Screwed up to death, so every song I'm on I drill at it
Them ol' snitch niggaz new the game, and they still ratted
Me on the other hand, I stuck to the gutter plan
Mash out cash route, till we reach the mother land
We infiltrate the set, and all the bops they get a static pussy
Niggaz feel the static, cause they know what we know fa sho

[Chorus]

[CB4]
Mr. underdogs that is we, me and my nigga Killa
If you would hate to see, niggaz know who we are
They should be acting distant
When you niggaz do that, it make you easily bleed
When you down to your ass, that's what they like to see
When you up on your feet, they pretend to be
Smile a lot in your face, with negative energy
These niggaz know we gon' be on top
Cause I ain't taking no losses, we on now
CB4 on now uh
Dear mama dear mama, rest in peace 2Pac but
I got us I got us, see this is my lil' promise
To kill the game and be the best at it
Know these suckers hate it, cause we still at
We still mashing we still mashing, and I ain't gon' stop like a automatic
Came in the game with it all on my mind
Elevated my hustle, and stepped up my grind
It gotta get better with time
A millie or mo', that's all on my mind illy

[Chorus - 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Still Pimpin Pens"

"Still Pimpin Pens"


I'm still dranked up and dripped out, reclining to top
Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don't stop
Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop
I'm a swang on these boppers, I'm a clown on these cops
Candy red out the shop, I'm leaving paint on the street
Sippin' syrup, slangin' birds, smokin' indo sweets
I done stayed on them plexas, cause the plates say Texas
TV screen, Young & The Restless, in my G.S. Lexus
From Atlanta to Virginia through the Sunset Valley
Houston, all the way to Cali, got them fought in a rally
Remember that bitch Sally? They didn't like her walk
But she still gone get fucked by Keke in the hou'
Fat Pat and Mike Drew, what about Poke, & The Screw
We gone bring her to the South and let the click run through
It's real easy to see, there ain't no fuckin' with me
I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil' Keke

On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke, cause uh
On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke

It's time to lay it down, like cards on the table
Big crib, watching gorgeous gal lickin' my navel
Who's the man? And who's the G?
L to the I to the L to the K to the E to the K to the E that's ME
Heart of a hustler, mind of a g
Punk-ass niggas can't fuck with me
Give me cocain in reglerity
Pimps on all these hoes and jet
Break a nigga neck if he don't respect
Let me pimp right down effect
Gone of the drank, got' make a bank
Playa haters niggas don't want tryin' to take my pad
I'm a have to kill, when I come down, caught me blazin' wood wheel
Pop another pill, careful, better chill
Southside Houston Texas won't you tell me how you feel
Make another mill, while I pack my steel
Breakin' boys off with my freestyle drill
Higher than a hill, land of the trill
Pimpin' pens, hittin' skins, show another skill

On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke, cause uh
On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke

Verse 3 of the flow, if ya hoes didn't know
In and out the back door cause I gots to go
I'm more time I'm a flow, I'm a freestyle pro
Walkin' inside the club and dismantlin' the show
Houston, Texas, is the home of the playas and pimps
Sachi down with a limp, across the sky in a blimp
I punch in clocks, don't like dumb jocks
I'm a playa I'm a baller, bagguettes and rocks
Worst strainer entertainer in the eye of the public
Niggas love me try to dub me, cause I stick to the subject
Again and again, nothing less than a win
Your foy, your friend, I'm a keep pimpin' pen, pimpin' pens

 

[fox69]

"Still Pimpin Pens (Screwed)"
(feat. DJ Screw)

"Still Pimpin Pens (Screwed)"
(feat. DJ Screw)



[DJ Screw:]
9-7, Screwed-Up Click
Soucie Folea'
Ballin' in the mix
Pimp the pens
Ball slow party on
Ah, the Screw and the Lil' K-E
Know what I'm sayin' cause uh...
Herschelwood if ya hoes that know
Lil' Keke's on the mic and I'm next to flow

[Lil' Keke:]
I'm still draped up and dripped out, reclining the top
Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don't stop
Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop
I'm a swang on these boppers, I'm a clown on these cops
Candy red out the shop, I'm leaving paint on the street
Sippin' syrup, slangin' birds, smokin' indo sweets
Outta state on them plexas, cause the plates say Texas
TV screen, Young & The Restless, in my G.S. Lexus
>From Atlanta to Virginia through the Sunset Valley
Houston, all the way to Cali, got them fought in a rally
Remember that bitch Sally? They didn't like her walk
But she still gone get fucked by Keke in the hou'
Fat Pat and Mike D, what about Poke and the Screw
We gone bring her to the South and let the click run through
It's real easy to see, there ain't no fuckin' with me
I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil' Keke

[DJ Screw:]
Know what I'm sayin' Southside?
Still draped up and dripped out pimpin pens
Know what I'm sayin'?
Puttin' it down, representin' to the fullest
Know what I'm sayin'?
L-I-l, go on let that boy go again

[Lil' Keke:]
It's time to lay it down, like cards on the table
Big crib, watchin cable, your gal lickin' my navel
Who's the man? And who's the G?
L to the I to the L to the K to the E to the K to the E that's ME
Heart of a hustler, mind of a g
Punk-ass niggas can't fuck with me
Give me cocain in reglerity
Pimps on all these hoes and jet
Break a nigga neck if he don't respect
Let me pimp right down effect
Gone of the drank, gotta bang a DANE
Playa haters niggas don't want tryin' to take my pad
I'm a have to kill, when I come down, chrome n blades' and wood wheel
Pop another pill, careful, better chill
Southside Houston Texas won't you tell me how you feel
Make another mill, while I pack my steel
Breakin' boys off with my freestyle drill
Higher than a hill, land of the trill
Pimpin' pens, hittin' skins, show nothin but skill

[DJ Screw:]
Know what I'm sayin'? Pimp the pens, worldwide
Break it down Scroofless
Ya'll already know what it is, Hollywood
Ain't that right Cardion?
Straight hoggin', done deal, trick

[Lil' Keke:]
Verse 3 of the flow if ya hoes didn't know
In and out the back door cause I gots to go
One more time I'm a flow, I'm a freestyle pro
Walkin' inside the club and dismantlin' the show
Houston, Texas, is the home of the playas and pimps
Sachi down with a limp, across the sky in a blimp
I punch in clocks, don't like dumb jocks
I'm a playa I'm a baller, bagguettes and rocks
Word strainer entertainer in the eye of the public
Niggas love me try to dub me, cause I stick to the subject
Again and again, nothing less than a win
Your foe, or your friend, I'm a keep pimpin' pen, pimpin' pens

[DJ Screw:]
Just chill, and smoke a sweet for a second
9-7, showin' up, two-timin' on records
Steady stackin' them dollars, gasin' up my Impala
Lord knows a young G don't wanna get swallowed
So I'm tryin to succeed, them thangs a nigga need
The devil's beneath me, to God ain't no stoppin' me
It's syrup not hennessy, blowin' up independently
I done screwed up the industry, now these majors be pagin' me
Niggas be hatin' me, because I make paper, g
It's all about the real paper, still ain't no fakin' me
Choppas what's up, cause you know that I'm able
L-I-l pimp the pens, I be pimpin' turntables

 

[fox69]

"Still Tippin' (Remix)"
(feat. Big Pokey, Mike Jones)

"Still Tippin' (Remix)"
(feat. Big Pokey, Mike Jones)



[Hook x2]
Still tipping on 4-4's, wrapped in 4-4's
4-4's I'm tipping, wood grain I'm gripping
Tipping-tipping on 4-4's, wrapped in 4-4's
Pimping fo' hoes, and I'm packing fo'

[Lil' Keke]
H-Town game colder, Sunday night strip roller
Diamond mouth Dirty South, legendary slab holder
Flipping on new vogues, in the parking lot of my shows
Might be macking on two hoes, and I'm tipping on 4-4's
Touch the button scoot back, automatic roof cracked
Fill your cup windows up, I could bulletproof that
Candy paint Southside, a wood grain wheel guider
Hit the switch raise it up, bring it back shoot fire
Beat the trunk let it bang, let them boppers do they thang
Bust a right hit my lights, catch him in the turning lane
Pull up like a boss man, driving with my floss hand
Bass hitting hard in the trunk, like a church band
Don Ke' you know it's on, Big Po' Mike Jones
Big rims big chrome, in and out your time zone
Hustlers get your swang on, gangstas let it roll
I'm tipping on 4-4's, and I'm riding under control what

[Hook x2]

[Mike Jones]
4-4's I'm tipping, wood grain I'm gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping, turn your neck and yo' dame missing
Me and Slim we ain't tripping, I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping
Like Do or Die I'm Po' Pimpin, car stop rims keep spinning
I'm flipping drops with invisible tops, hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shaking the block with four 18's, candy green with 11 screens
My gasoline always supreme, got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king, it takes grinding to be a king
"First Round Draft Picks" coming, "Who is Mike Jones?" coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman, slab shining with the grill and woman
I'm Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones, the one and only you can't clone me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies, some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me (I said)
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me

[Hook x2]

[Big Pokey]
I'm sitting on 4-4's, fo' point stands like a bulldog
Blue lens headlights, horse power under the hood y'all
Old school like a eight track, my cake stacked like a brick wall
Roof pushed back when the six crawl, tip in the motor I ditch laws
Do' slammer rimmed up, driveway decorated
Fo' hammers stash spots, everywhere niggaz hating
Off the gut raise it up, Afghan blaze it up
Park the car play the truck, meet the Rican weight it up
Po' it up shake it up, fo' 15's trying to break it up
Slab riding with the hockey game, I be the nigga that'll take the Cup
State to state pulling up, like a hamstring they know Dina
International worldwide, cool but not no hoe neither
It's pimping here I'm a hoe bleeder, jet black fo'-fo' heater
4-4's on four vogues, weed stashed in the do' speaker
On Boulevards I'm a slow creeper, hog the lane like the trash truck
Dog I chase these fast bucks, niggaz better get they cash up

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Stop Bullshitt'n"
(feat. Big Pokey & Garcia)

"Stop Bullshitt'n"
(feat. Big Pokey & Garcia)



[Talking:]
Damn hear it baby, rep it
Can't fold, yeah uh-huh yeah
Yeah ok, what a nigga would say
If you ain't feeling this, you ain't touching it right

[Big Pokey:]
Speed coat one week, next week chinchillas
Speed boat one day, next day three wheeler
A nigga don't play, and I'm all about my pay
Until I get it that way, I'ma be a gorilla
I put pistols in niggaz pillows, and change they mind
Make niggaz feel it for real, when they playing with mine
Ain't no sense in playing around, nothing ass niggaz
Weighing you down, check em off nigga stay on your grind
Ask God for signs, and follow the guidelines
Sometime, you gotta set your pride on the sidelines
Strapped in the field, one shot one kill
One drop one live, say something gotta give
Lot of niggaz be hating, but don't know what it is
Keep your eyes on the prize, and a extra pair of ears
If a nigga square it off, then you gotta tear him off
Crock bull bloodline, I roll like ouijas

[Hook:]
Stop bullshitting with life, and pick up the pace
Fuck bill money dog, I'm trying to fill up a safe
I started from the ground, and I'm coming for my crown
Niggaz wanna see me down, give a nigga some space
I go hard, round for round niggaz can get it
In the yard, pound for pound nigga we hit it
Six digits, we spending that at the lot
That's what it's all about, paper chasing

[Lil' Keke:]
Earth wind fire, is what I breathe
And receive in my lungs, I'm leaving the world sprung
I'm the Young Don, the streets turned me rotten
I ain't never had nothing, I surface straight from the bottom
You claim you a man, then nigga time to show it
If the fam on the line, then nigga I'd die for it
Concrete soldier, rocks and gate jumping
28 young, I'm still looking for some'ing
It's dirt plus work, when I'm rolling lonely
The 4-5 cocked, and my son is hungry
I stand up and slice the turkey, on Thanksgiving
I'm a entertainer, I show out for a living
In the booth with the truth, I be constant spitting
Ain't no lying to myself, I know when I'm bullshitting
Miss me, cause I'll smash on a hater
Out the do' on a go, I'm running after my paper

[Hook]

[H.A.W.K.:]
It's either get money, or be broke with no hope
Strung out on dope, with no way to cope
See us black folks, are so materialistic
Looking good but broke, with no way to fix it
Let's be realistic, and look at statistics
Without no do', we can't make no business
See I wanna be the richest, cause I came from nothing
I'm a greedy motherfucker, you could say I'm a glutting
Fuck bill money, I'm trying to get real money
Real money, that major deal money
That house, on a hill money
Put some food in my son's tummy, cause that's all that he wants from me
And what he want, he sho' gon get
Cause my daddy didn't give me shit, shit
Life's a bitch, and then you're gone
So while you here get your hustle on, get your hustle on

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Subtract Da Top"
(feat. Woody Mane)

"Subtract Da Top"
(feat. Woody Mane)



This goes out to all the hustlin niggas
Who get up and get it everyday
258365, let's get it
713, Young gun in here
I say hustle USA
I say hustle USA
Turn it up one time

[Chorus:]
I pull up in that new coop
Subtract da top
And I pull off with your new boo
Subtract da top
And I'm ridin aroun and I'm gettin it nigga
And I don't have to stop
And my rolex watch don't tick nigga
It's a magic box
Got ten K in my duffle bag
I got em real confused
So I hit the club and I make it rain
I got nothin to lose
Spit five K on this diamond chain
I got somethin to prove
It might not be nothin to me
But it's somethin to you

Hey guess who's back Young Don
Trick ass niggas I don't want none
I ain't neva left cause I stayed here
And I'm bagged up and I'm on one
Stand up tall for that south side
Broke ass niggas they mouth quiet
My chain thick and my rolly sick
And I love the that way my coop drive
Niggas know that I'm gettin mine
Lights off and my click shine
My gwap good and my block good
And we hit this bitch at the right time
Subtract da top
I like a blow that's strong
Pull up nice and your boo she gone
She call back cause I'mma throw them stacks
And I'mma pick her up
And I'mma fuck her long
Subtract da top
Then I cash out till I pass out
My dream there, my team here
And the rest a you niggas just [?]
Rep my hood when we on stage
We gettin rich and we gettin paid
So I told my homies just stand up
Cause we can blow this bitch like the world trade

[Chorus]

On top I don't need no
Introduction niggas
Keep fuckin roun you gon bleed hoe
Repercussion nigga
[?] are well trained
Like the army nigga
It's goin down like the world trade
No [?] nigga
I'm overseas where the cameras at
In my dungarees
I keep plenty green, no cabbage patch
I got luck indeed
She gon fuck with me
Then you can have back
I got a bunch a G's
And I'm selling keys, no catillac
I hear the phone ringin
I got four ring on my right hand
I'm blowin green
And I'm pourin lean in my sprite can
Before I go to sleep
I make sure the [?] on the night stand
That AK 47
My hype man
You can lose your life man

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Success"
(feat. Cal Wayne & Black)

"Success"
(feat. Cal Wayne & Black)



[Talking:]
You know, a trash can get a steak sometimes
Nigga like us come around every so often mayn

[Chorus:]
When they was thinking failure, I was thinking success
When they was saying he aiight, I was saying I'm the best
But now I'm living carefree, niggaz wishing me stress
I'm a ghetto inspiration, bitch I'm looking like success
They use to tell me no, now all I'm hearing is yes
When they was saying I'm cursed, I was saying I'm blessed
I kill these niggaz slowly, did it all with finesse
I'm a ghetto inspiration, bitch I'm looking like success

[Lil' Keke:]
Up early in the morning, bout to take a trip to court
I gotta stand strong, family gone no support
It take a real man, to fall back and understand
To take a fall and lose it all, really wasn't the plan
These niggaz steady talking, my name stay in the press
A ghetto inspiration, who was taught to do the best
I dealt with the stress, and done it for so long
I stay going hard, when niggaz was going home
Was raised in the streets, and hustled when it was slow
I still had faith, when people was saying no
A G stayed strong, turned my losses to wins
You never need a enemy, fucking with fake friends success

[Chorus]

[Cal Wayne:]
I'm looking like success, and so I walk with my fitted cocked
Chest swolled up, pants sagging while I ditty-bop
Niggaz put they mask on, and pose in something they really not
You don't like me now nigga, just wait till I get really hot
Lord knows, my dudes been paid and a lil' extra
Made some'ing outta nothing, sometimes I feel special
Was really ten toes in the streets, I had to wrestle
But I'm still strapped, cause I gotta be careful
I'm flying down the freeway, tripping saying God good
Trials and tribulations, partnas snaking but I fall through it
Ke had a dream to be the king, and so I saw to it
Nothing is impossible, whenever I put my heart into it (God's good)
He say your time coming, so I start getting prepared
But feel guys bumping, I feel it in the air
I kick my feet up, and roll some'ing and lit the square
My hard work done paid off, my grind is gonna get me there

[Chorus]

[Black:]
I'm looking like success, my mama think I'm successful
So that's my motivation to make it, I hustle extra
They say I'm some'ing special, my story heard by the masses
Trapper turned rapper, I never would have imagined
Music is my passion, so hopefully I'll be blessed
See 106 & Park, and do shows out on the West
Again I'm in the hood with them goods, busting some moves
Saving me a penny on winning, while y'all lose
Ain't so any dudes, are damn near saying fuck it
I'm real and I rap, so the ghetto can't help but love it
A verse up outta Jigga, three thousand a pro say
I can say I made it then, my family is ok

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Swaggar Back"

"Swaggar Back"


[Talking]
Get your money, get your cash young nigga
This for them gangsta niggaz, this for them gangstas
The Young Don, don't get it twisted
I'm from day one, I'm a throwback gangsta nigga ha-ha

[Lil' Keke]
It's been a long time, and ain't no sense in me lying
But if you looking for a gangsta, I ain't hard to find
Switch the CEO, in the 2-thee-fo'
But I'm straight up out the hood, handling shit like a pro
I was born on the streets, I was raised on the block
I was really on the cut, with a mouth full of rocks
You niggaz faking, bumping bout your street glory
But my days in the hood, is a true story
I was 18, with my freestyle skills
Then in 1997, sold a hundred for real
Check the soundscan, man my stats legit
Was the first solo act, out the Screwed Up Click
Don't get it twisted, boys gon continue to hate
Sold fifty thousand tapes, out of Screw front gate
I'm a pioneer, and no need for plexers
Made five million dollars, in the state of Texas

[Hook]
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
And tell these hating niggaz, we don't owe they ass nothing
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
And tell these silly hoes, that we still don't love 'em

[Lil' Keke]
You can call it what you want, I pull's up on hoes
From the Lex to the truck, to the Lac on 4's
You niggaz bumping, steady out here riding my dick
Steady talking bout the slab, and you ain't rolled shit
I push candy, 20's and SUV's
Had some of your bitches, getting off they knees
You niggaz socializing, but I paved the way
And I'm always present, on show-up day
I get's props and respect man, wherever I be
But I'm a walking living legend, down in 7-1-3
Plus I'm low to the flo', when I'm making a move
Bank account sitting fat, I ain't got nothing to prove
Get your weight up niggaz, when you come to the wood
Get your plate brought to ya, steady thinking it's good
CMG got the rock, and we living a dream
And I'm right behind ya nigga, quarterbacking the team what

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
Down in H-Town, I'm prolly smoking a pound
We get it rocking get it popping, at the lyricists lounge
Ain't no bullshitting, we clocking nothing but loot
I'm trying to tear the wall down, when I'm up in the booth
This for them gangsta niggaz, this for the gangstas
I'm a soldier from the hood, so my stripes outrank ya
8100 block, and we known to bust ya
My hands stay dirty, I'm a throwback hustler
Music still dropping, them boys still plotting
The caine still popping, them FED's still watching
Controlled now, and the checks look lifty
Three hundred thousand, multiply 8-60
And it's legit, you know that's big boy shit
So I'm a rapping motherfucker, and I just can't quit
CMG nigga, and it's a brand new year
Get off my dick young man, tell your bitch to come here

[Hook]

[Talking]
Uh-huh the Young Don, yes sir
I'm back up at ya, CEO style coming straight at ya
Out the motherfucking lyricists lounge
My nigga C-Mo, put this one here down
Ya know, the Young Don is back I ain't charging shit
Bitches got bad credit with me out here
I'm coming to get it move over, sitting tall ya know
Seven hundred thousand, independent sold
See me nigga I'm telling ya, check the soundscan
All my stats legit nigga, I'm the CEO they got to see me though
Know I'm saying, 0-4/0-5 check us

 

[fox69]

"That's Me"
(feat. Bankroll Fresh, Eldorado Red)

"That's Me"
(feat. Bankroll Fresh, Eldorado Red)



I got a trapp fulla code 87
Now that's me
Hit the block with them propane packs
Now that's me
In the club with a hand full a bandz
Now that's me
Street nigga smokin somethin real loud
So come see

I'm smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit, yea
I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit
I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit
I said I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit

Good shows, lookin Luciano
Mob boss, comin straight from Louisiana
Them crackles wanna see a nigga in a slammer
But I still ride around with tha hamma
My partners kill your partners nigga
Whole click full a straight killas
Heffa move a little different
Kidnappin, extortion, how I feed my children
Wakin up a real nigga
Now that got to be a good feelin
Ridge Crest where I'm comin from
But now I'm out in H town with the don

I got a trapp fulla code 87
Now that's me
Hit the block with them propane packs
Now that's me
In the club with a hand full a bandz
Now that's me
Street nigga smokin somethin real loud
So come see

I'm smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit, yea
I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit
I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit
I said I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit

I'm smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit
I'm in indoors in the daytime
What you doin oudoor in that shit
Me, Bankroll, Fresh and Don Keke
And you know we in that bitch
Real nigga we silent one hundred
Nigga not counterfeits
We don linked up, we clicked up
Get your bitch, nigga what
Got me leanin
Pull up on the curve, shit screaming
Got so many bitches on my penis
They callin for it, them bitches feamin
I said I'm on fire, baby you know I'm steamin
Certified real nigga, no in between it
You got me fucked up nigga with all that fake shit
Get money nigga, they on that hate shit

I got a trapp fulla code 87
Now that's me
Hit the block with them propane packs
Now that's me
In the club with a hand full a bandz
Now that's me
Street nigga smokin somethin real loud
So come see

I'm smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit, yea
I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit
I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit
I said I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit

Don Ke, fresh
I know the time
I got them propane packs, yea they flyin
I'm gettin mine
I'm fresh, the trap on stroll
I'm in control
Keep that strong, blowin out my nose
The wrist froze
Alabama up to the A, it's everyday
Double cup nigga
Pour the shit up and don't play
It's Texas, the screwed up captain Don Ke
Keep a room fulla bad as bitches now that's me
I'm with Fresh and El Dorado, still runnin this game
Nigga thanks to cocaine I'm flawless with no stains
Nigga turn up, it's 713 a city king
Still pullin up in somethin so mean
He too clean

I got a trapp fulla code 87
Now that's me
Hit the block with them propane packs
Now that's me
In the club with a hand full a bandz
Now that's me
Street nigga smokin somethin real loud
So come see

I'm smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit, yea
I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit
I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit
I said I'm just smoking that shit while I'm pouring that shit