MGM Lett CPR lyrics
CPR
MGM Lett
GENRE
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, Al Geno on the track)
This shit strictly for the motherfuckin' streets, nigga
[Chorus]
This that street shit, drop that shit, get everybody crunk
On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk
This that G shit, hear this shit out everybody trunk
Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed
I made this shit for the hood
The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush
Where was y'all antennas when this shit wasn't good?
Four shots to the body left me scarred
I stitched thе game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR
[Verse]
Wakе 'em up
I grew up off dice, my point-six, bet it shake 'em up
This ain't another nigga chain, broke nigga, I'm the owner
I got like twenty P's left, do anybody want 'em?
Twenty thousand for the Cuban, bitch, and that's without the pendant
Lot of niggas gettin' money, but a lot of them won't spend it
I trap all around the globe, you out of town, you still can get it
Nigga got caught and he told, police still didn't reduce his sentence
Niggas snitchin' for no reason
I just brought the fuckin' trap back like Jeezy
It's a big difference between hungry and greedy
I got a twenty piece left, do anybody need it?
Put the FN on his lip, let it kiss a nigga good
Nigga ask me where I'm from, I say the Wish a Nigga Woods
I don't need her, I would leave her, you can have her, she can go
I rock Christian Dior, Dior, rest in paradise Pop Smoke
COVID-19 on these niggas, I'm so sick of y'all
I just sold twenty bags this morning, that's a fifty ball
Niggas some fiends for that dope, they takin' fentanyl
I wait my turn, but I'ma score every time I get the ball, yeah, yeah
Slam dunk in the rim
My weed ain't got no legs, but it jump out the gym
Hard on the internet, he get slumped when I see him
If you wanna live like this, sell a P, bitch
Stay up on the sidewalk, nigga, this that street shit
[Chorus]
Drop that shit, get everybody crunk
On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk
This that G shit, hear this shit out everybody trunk
Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed
I made this shit for the hood
The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush
Where was y'all antennas when this shit wasn't good?
Four shots to the body left me scarred
I stitched the game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, Al Geno on the track)
This shit strictly for the motherfuckin' streets, nigga
[Chorus]
This that street shit, drop that shit, get everybody crunk
On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk
This that G shit, hear this shit out everybody trunk
Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed
I made this shit for the hood
The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush
Where was y'all antennas when this shit wasn't good?
Four shots to the body left me scarred
I stitched thе game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR
[Verse]
Wakе 'em up
I grew up off dice, my point-six, bet it shake 'em up
This ain't another nigga chain, broke nigga, I'm the owner
I got like twenty P's left, do anybody want 'em?
Twenty thousand for the Cuban, bitch, and that's without the pendant
Lot of niggas gettin' money, but a lot of them won't spend it
I trap all around the globe, you out of town, you still can get it
Nigga got caught and he told, police still didn't reduce his sentence
Niggas snitchin' for no reason
I just brought the fuckin' trap back like Jeezy
It's a big difference between hungry and greedy
I got a twenty piece left, do anybody need it?
Put the FN on his lip, let it kiss a nigga good
Nigga ask me where I'm from, I say the Wish a Nigga Woods
I don't need her, I would leave her, you can have her, she can go
I rock Christian Dior, Dior, rest in paradise Pop Smoke
COVID-19 on these niggas, I'm so sick of y'all
I just sold twenty bags this morning, that's a fifty ball
Niggas some fiends for that dope, they takin' fentanyl
I wait my turn, but I'ma score every time I get the ball, yeah, yeah
Slam dunk in the rim
My weed ain't got no legs, but it jump out the gym
Hard on the internet, he get slumped when I see him
If you wanna live like this, sell a P, bitch
Stay up on the sidewalk, nigga, this that street shit
[Chorus]
Drop that shit, get everybody crunk
On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk
This that G shit, hear this shit out everybody trunk
Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed
I made this shit for the hood
The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush
Where was y'all antennas when this shit wasn't good?
Four shots to the body left me scarred
I stitched the game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR
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