Lyrics Blvd - King Lil G

Comin up out the street
Bitch im common up out the curb (bratttt)
Back on my shit i been murdering these verses (yeah)
Bitches comin up to me, whats poppin lil g (what's good)
Give a fuck about the rumors and what enemies gone think (bop bop)
Southside on mine (what)
Fuck it up then i leave (ay)
Find out where you live at we fuck around and go deep (pull up)
Now look at me i'm livin in a mansion (what)
Started from the bottom sleepin on a dirty mattress
Black bandana on got my own fashion (got it on)
Forty seven beanie with the black supreme jacket (yeah)
Back on tweety boulevard where the shit happened (yeah)
I dont really know but fuckin hoes was a habbit (ay)
Mobbin through atlantic (you know what i'm talkin bout)
Who the fuck wants static (wants static)

Murder all the time murder all the time
Hustle on my mind hustle on my mind
Murder all the time murder all the time
Hustle on my mind hustle on my mind

A hundred pounds of weed i was gettin it from the bay (bay)
They cant tell me shit i took a risk and got paid
The streets got flooded gotta keep it one hundred (one hundred)
Fuck it up then im thuggin (thuggin)
Dont hesitate when you bustin'
I really miss my dog will with me in the streets (yeah)
Remember when I picked up about a quarter P
Shout out to my solid lil soldiers in chicago (what)
We speak the same language when we in the gang module
All my dogs in compton throw it up (yeah)
All my g's in south central throw it up (central)
All my dogs in lynnwood throw it up (brattt)
Southside mutha fucka yeah we blowin up (we blowin up)

Murder all the time murder all the time
Hustle on my mind hustle on my mind
Murder all the time murder all the time
Hustle on my mind hustle on my mind

It's 47 in this bitch
Murder on my mind murder on my mind