Verse 1 Headed to 10th grade end of summer we'd shop My nigga Ant got em a grill 6 fronts at the top I asked em what they run like 100 a pop Shit we can go tomorrow if you wanted to cop Say less Walked in the spot wit like 200 flat Headed down the aisle towards the booths in the back They selling jewelry tvs shoes and doing tats Everything for the low low and they ain't including tax Some Niggas sold mixtapes some niggas sold beats Approached a booth with a sign that read Gold Teeth I recognized the dude behind the counter there to greet me B real from intoxicated my sister had the CD Was quick to show em love reciting some of his lines Was shocked we knew the lyrics he reminisced on the times My nigga got a grill from you, now I'm getting mine He said bet, I'll get you right lemme know what u got in mind
HOOK 5616 memorial drive Where many niggas from the city stories collide You ain't gotta hit the jewelry store for ya ice Just hit this spot n cop at an affordable price Dickie suits Girbauds and knockoff bags At any given moment Shit can pop off bad If you on a budget this is how you ball You can get it all at the value mall
Verse 2 So now we driving Ant mama whip Pull up on hoes hop out to politic 10kt gold behind my bottom lip 40 ounce you hear the clink when the bottle hit School back in session Scratch a lesson I'd rather make a cool ass impression I'll let you ask the questions And fumble through text books while Im fumble through txts From hoes I hit, and tryna see which hoes comin through next Nigga still schemin grill gleaming I made sure to smile Confidence from compliments on how it compliment my style Lunchtime Niggas beatin on tables and rappin Took my golds out and put it inside a napkin Big booty redbone tapped me and said Wuts hannin …she on my dick now.. before she was actin Bell rang I went and Dumped the food that's on my tray Got back in class and I realized I threw my shit away HOOKTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
