Lyrics Walk - Young M.A
They
was
tryna'
get
me
They
was
tryna'
get
me
out
Like
y'all
don't
know
what
I'm
about
Y'all
do
it
for
the
clout
The
streets
like,
"where
you
at?"
I
told
niggas
I'm
en-route
I
was
working
at
the
house,
in
the
stu'
Sleepin'
on
the
couch,
tryna'
figure
out
What
my
next
move
is
Come
move
with
the
movement
I
see
through
you
old
transparent
niggas
Who
you
guys
think
you
foolin'?
We
bhillen'
bhillen'
Pinky
ring
drippin'
drippin'
My
necklace
is
jewelin'
Tre-pound
got
a
bark
Park
a
nigga
like
amusement
No
clowns
over
here
No
haha,
no
amusement
Nah,
nah,
we
ain't
losin'
Y'all
got
us
confused
with
them
other
niggas
over
there
Who
'dem?
Who
'dem?
And
I'm
hoppin'
out
the
Benz
Givenchy
by
the
lens
I
ain't
come
here
for
friends
I
came
here
to
make
money,
save
money,
then
I
spend
"M.A.,
where
you
been?"
Don't
you
do
that
shit
again
You
think
I
give
a
fuck
what
a
hater
got
to
say
about
me?
That's
exactly
what
they
hate
about
me
They
around
me
when
the
sun
rise,
when
the
sun
shining
But
where
the
fuck
y'all
was
at
when
it
was
cloudy?
Fake
niggas
please
get
the
hell
from
around
me
I
don't
even
know
why
these
niggas
is
around
me
That
was
the
same
niggas
that
doubt
me
Louis
pack
got
me
buggin'
out
Louis
scarf,
gotta
thug
it
out
New
chain,
had
to
flood
it
out
My
money
never
runnin'
out
Cut
the
check
bih'
Tell
them
hatin'
niggas
cut
it
out
Where
the
light
at?
The
blunt
is
out
Pour
me
up
when
my
cup
is
out
Didn't
mean
to
fuck
her
She
had
a
cramp,
so
I
rubbed
it
out
Kick
bitches
out,
wave
bye
with
my
rubber
out
Your
opinion
doesn't
matter
That's
one
thing
I
don't
give
a
fuck
about
Dick
riding,
ass
kissing
That's
somethin'
I
know
nothing
'bout
Everybody
in
the
same
lane
So
I
went
and
took
the
other
route
Baggin'
weed
at
my
mother
house
If
she
knew
she
would
cuss
me
out
Same
black
tee,
same
sweatpants
Oh
well,
had
to
bum
it
out
Young
M.A
this,
Young
M.A
that
Damn
nigga,
what
the
fuss
about?
Now
niggas
just
tryna
figure
out
When
the
next
joint
coming
out
Oh,
nowadays
niggas
want
favors
But
if
you
talk
about
money
Well
homie
then
we
can
work
somethin'
out
Louis
scarf
for
my
right
side
Yeah
nigga
that's
the
right
side
Give
my
blood
niggas
high-fives,
hi
five
Her
eyes
chink
and
her
pussy
pink
like
high
eyes
Bad
chick,
but
that
don't
mean
I
won't
bring
her
ass
right
to
Popeyes
Two
piece
and
a
thigh
for
you
I
ain't
paying
if
the
price
high
Get
money,
act
broke,
that's
the
motto
I
apply
by
Never
boujee,
we
on
vacay,
pourin'
Henny
in
the
Mai
Tai's
Never
change,
I'm
still
the
same
Drinkin'
Minute
Maid
with
the
hot
fries
In
the
club,
in
V.I.P
with
y'all
bitches
and
my
guys
We
get
money,
we
don't
want
beef
Take
that
beef
shit
to
Five
Guys
Start
shit,
got
five
guys
with
five
9's,
hit
you
five
times
Extendos
on
the
chopper,
niggas
thought
we
was
carryin'
a
tripod
Niggas
like
"where
the
hoes
at?"
My
bad,
it's
where
the
thots
hide
Them
lame
niggas
there
It's
more
poppin'
here
on
my
side
Fake
niggas
move
left,
real
niggas
move
clockwise
Blew
a
check
at
the
jeweler
'Cause
I
won't
wear
it
nigga
if
it's
not
Fuckin'
mine
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