Teeayebee - Chillin'

Its that nigga TAB u c i t y reppa
Ima natural born hustler ima whatever seller
Underground like a sewer on the lo I maneuver
Doing 90 n a 60 watching out for the troopers
Hot as white charcoal pistol and the console
Riding wit my nigga chiefing he fresh out on parole
Tossed em 4 zips so homie can get back on his feet
He finessed the streets and came back wit enough for a P
Ion know how he did it cuz ion ask questions
Took dat 600 to da sto bought a new smith n wesson
Nigga don’t test me cuz ima pass wit flyin colors
Ian a killa but dont push me shoot you front of yo mother
Ima catch err one of you cats that ran off
My street collection agency ride wit sawed offs
We some real street niggas aint no doubt about it
Statue of limitations up I can talk about it
Chillin wit my niggas we be chasing them figgas
Chillin wit my niggas we smokin them swishers
Chillin wit my niggas we drinkin that liquor
Full of ambition to go get it
We some real street niggas
I keep it gangsta keep it gutta we some real muthafuccas
Ian never been a sucka a fighter not a lover
Came up witta brother who was love wit a certain color
In 92 40hundred bloc of cook out wit the hustlas
I been in the streets ian new to this shit
Sharp as ice pick been about my arithmetic
And the chevy lit drinking patron smoking piff
Pistol within reach in case I gotta let off a clip
I’m from St. Louis murder occurs on the daily
I Know a lot of niggas most of em bat shit crazy
know some real bitches that you dont wanna cross
Who aint taking a loss ain’t nobody round here soft
We some real niggas never get it confused
From the home of the blues only for the money I move
Simple instrumentals vol 1 coming soon
Bout to boom like you striking a match in a room wit fumes

Written by:
Timothy Bolden

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