[Chorus]
We still gon stunt, like it ain’t no tomorrow
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom
blow that bitch on the bottom, blow that bitch on the bottom
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom
And I’m still gon stunt like it ain’t no tomorrow
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom
blow that bitch on the bottom, blow that bitch on the bottom
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom

Fuck your house low nigger, do that bitch on the bar
I’m getting money for my shows I threw that bitch on the car
I blew that bitch on them bottoms and yes that better be real
Ok you talking out your neck, then it better be head
Ok, and I never be scared, have no fear in my heart
They told me to pull my brakes, ain’t no gear when I park
Man I toast to these haters, man I toast to these haters
Cause when I look up in the mirror
All I’m seeing is greatness
You can say what you wanna, you can say what you wanna
Cause I do what I do, and I do what you don’t
Shit I gotta keep going, bitch I kill for the shot
And I do it for the girls cause I killed all the guys
I mean I’m so underrated, cause the industry standards
But when it comes to doing you, don’t no industry matter
I swear I’m knocking up doors, coming straight with the truth
It’s L-Streetz motherfucker, coming straight out the booth, I mean

[Chorus]
We still gon stunt, like it ain’t no tomorrow
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom
blow that bitch on the bottom, blow that bitch on the bottom
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Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom
And I’m still gon stunt like it ain’t no tomorrow
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom
blow that bitch on the bottom, blow that bitch on the bottom
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom

Nike zone, block 50, I pop a zone, fuck with me
I’m leaning wide, my niggers too
Smoke blunt, that’s for real ass bitches do
I just bought an ounce of kush I’m bot to blow it all,
Got 4 ounces of that purple I’m bout to pour it all
Plus I got a new connect I’m bout to round the block up
I do it for my nigger Diamond…
You niggers acting sweeter than some now or later
I gave my pedal way and bye to alligator
Choppers loud, got them killers with me
So if you think she want it tell her come and get me
I’m out my mind, I’m off my locker
I’m flying high, Harry Potter
I’m here you boy, I’m want you dream about
I’m pouring bottles on these bitches while I’m screaming out

[Chorus]
We still gon stunt, like it ain’t no tomorrow
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom
blow that bitch on the bottom, blow that bitch on the bottom
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom
And I’m still gon stunt like it ain’t no tomorrow
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom
blow that bitch on the bottom, blow that bitch on the bottom
Fuck your house low nigger, blow that bitch on the bottom.




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