Malk Dre - '03 Petey

Like the gas prices
All my young niggas high as fuck
Thinking that they up on the score
We gone tie em up
Riding with a oh yeah? okay
When we sliding up
Loose screws all in my head
I had to tighten up
Really came up from the bottom
And started climbing up
Take a trip
Get on the road
And change the climate up
Business first class economy
They ain't fly like us
How you claim
You good where you at
And got the diamonds tucked
Steak knives
Machetes
Switch blades
How these diamond cut
Swiss army in my backpack at school
They say I'm cutting up
Niggas told me stop rapping back then
I had to shut em up
Unc said stop stalling these niggas
You better fuck em up

Fuck it up lil bitch
Gone and fuck it up
Dreeze
Got it jumping in this bitch
Like it's double Dutch
Camille told me
I'm slurring and shit
Was off the double cup
Dom K straight to his belly
I'm trynna double up
All money in like nip uh
Can't fuck the hustle up
Been knew this dope was gone lock
Just had to bubble up
Riding with a thick lip bitch
Could suck a puddle up
Thank God and stay hungry
Cause they can't humble us

Written by:
M. Chiles

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