Tear It Down Lyrics
That’s a couple hundred grand
Two-hundred something on the dash
I nearly came up from the bottom
If that’s a question you want to ask
Official while riding on the Xan
I just pray that I don’t crash
Your brotha thuggin’ raise your hands
If you got get back for your man
Hoes goes Audemars for certain
Fifty-thousand timing perfect
Project housing blood on top
Discreet, too deep do a Verzuz
Fuck that let me pop a perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Aww man, here the cops come
And it’s 3 a.m. in the streets we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard
And I could not dodge ’em
That shit be fake, be the same ones, they claim that they love ya
Things ain’t the same, they got me traumatized
They try the gang, gone be a homicide
They say I changed that’s because I’m going through this pain
I watched my cousin die
Codeine I still can’t put down this drink, that’s even though I tried
Colgate that’s the code name for cocaine, we serve it through the night
Okay, that shit y’all seen on that camera was our seventh one
Okay, wait till Christmas I’ma buy lil’ boy his favorite gun
Ray Allen, really had to grind to climb from out the mud
No fade, I done had to switch my Hellcat just to dodge a charge
Fuck ’em ’cause we livin large
Buddah got the toughest tuck
Game with that .30 rod
Up that thing, a thirty shots
I ain’t dying by the gun, but livin’ by it, that’s the art of war
Finally I’m the one who really got it in a foreign car
Hoes goes Audemars for certain
Fifty-thousand timing perfect
Project housing blood on top
Discreet, too deep do a Verzuz
Fuck that let me pop a perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Aww man, here the cops come
And it’s 3 a.m. in the streets we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard
And I could not dodge ’em
That shit be fake, be the same ones, they claim that they love ya
I’m on one, I went two for two
My n***** out that three, throw up that four
For my n***** jumping’ out that SRT
Number five, add another five, standing on all ten
Fuck eleven
We be dodging twelve with this F&N
Thirteen, I was spitting, writing rhythms without a pen
Fourteen, I was on my grind, and fresh from out the pen
Fifteen, fucked up in the mind, all I know was spent
Forever sixteen till the day I die, we catch, and you gon’ get it
This shit is not no competition, on my own pace and I’m winning
This shit ain’t no competition
Foreign cars yellin’, pink slippin’, I know that you thought they rented
That’s cause you all in my business
Fuck it, go get some benji’s
I know that these n***** envy, yellow bitch look like Rainey
Kitchen Peezy, a chemist, a lot of shit I invented (Oh, whoa)
But fuck it, let ’em pretend it, we slangin’ iron can’t prevent it
For I leave Lil’ D, my lil’ brotha, I’ll leave all these bitches
And all I know is the hustle and flipping till it’s a million
Hoes goes Audemars for certain
Fifty-thousand timing perfect
Project housing blood on top
Discreet, too deep do a Verzuz
Fuck that let me pop a perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Aww man, here the cops come
And it’s 3 a.m. in the streets we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard
And I could not dodge ’em
That shit be fake, be the same ones, they claim that they love ya