Edgewood - Trouble, Mike WiLL Made It, Alley Boy

Jacob in the beat go brazy

ATL Jacob

That Boy Cass

Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that

Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at

I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack

Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack

Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb

Damn that bih say where you come, burbs

Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin'

You don’t fuck with me I’m on, must be hurtin'

You don’t fuck with me I’m on

Gotta be real broke, I put these streets on my back forreal

I gave em real hope

Shit that you serve on the block ain’t real

It ain’t even real dope

I thought you’d be a real nigga yeah

I gotta keep it real wit ya

Summer time posted in the villa

Wit some real niggas gettin' millions

While you niggas caught up in ya feelings (too much)

Big boy chillin' be gettin'

I’ma turn a hundred to a mill

Just like I did when stuck in the county

All the whips gettin' mounted (wet)

Bitch drownin'

Break that shit down into ounces

I’m fuckin' wit all the lil bouncers

Necklace fountain

Next bitch bounce that

You ain’t really wit the shit

I can do movin' sex on my dick

It’s up to you to bet against the kid

Forty five hundred on my fit, bet

Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that

Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at

I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack

Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack

Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb

Damn that bih say where you come, burbs

Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin'

You don’t fuck with me I’m on, must be hurtin'

Mobb shit mobb shit, pullin' up poppin' like opp shit

Edgewood came up, gang stripe robbin' in apartments

Zone 6 spendin' shit, real bricks nigga like gangland

Real bloods, real crips, real G’s, mobb on the same plan

First 48 call us stick to callin' niggas bringing names up

Streets caught a nigga internet stalkin' instead of wanna be famous

Where I’m from, we ain’t never had shit

So how could you blame us

From a hood you’ll be foreign bitch

And made you a lame to us

Pull up bustin' different niggas in ya hood

They’re all the same to us

Pop a wig nigga betta get ya kids

Ya’ll the same to us

2−11 we could make a 187

It’s all the same to us

Edgewood 800 BBS

It’s all the same to us

Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that

Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at

I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack

Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack

Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb

Damn that bih say where you come, burbs

Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin'

You don’t fuck with me I’m on, must be hurtin'