33 Lyrics
Yo, ayo
High off ecstasy and that codeine what I`m sippin` (What I`m sippin`)This new Glock got .33, Scottie Pippen (Scottie Pippen)
Bitch, all of my niggas bangin` C`s
Like we Crippin` (Like we Crippin`)
Girl, you got what I need, what I been missing (What I`m missing)
Let`s take that chance, want you to see that I`m different (Oh)
Back then, tryna find myself
I couldn`t believe how I was trippin` (Oh)
No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees
That`s how I`m living (That`s how I`m living)
Every time that I pop out
Bustdown VVs, designer drippin` (Designer drippin`)
Bitch, I`m from Chiraq, when it get hot, they bring them TECs out
Better watch your back or you`ll be on that corner stretched out
Quick to change a nigga standin` tall with his chest out
And they like headshots, it won`t make sense to bring a vest out
Shit be devastatin`, you find out your homie checked out
Parents lose control, don`t know her daughter havin` sex now
Niggas hatin`, I`m gettin` paper, that`s what they pressed `bout
Went down the wrong path, switched it up and chose the best route
I ain`t used to have it all, I used to feel left out
`Member I was broke, ain`t have a dollar, I was stressed out
Now I`m tryna get richer, like Blast, let`s bring the jets out
Bitch, I need like ten bathrooms up in my next house
High off ecstasy and that codeine what I`m sippin`
This new Glock got .33, Scottie Pippen
Bitch, all of my niggas bangin` C`s like we Crippin`
Girl, you got what I need, what I been missing
Let`s take that chance, want you to see that I`m different
Back then, tryna find myself, I couldn`t believe how I was trippin`
No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees, that`s how I`m living
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Every time that I pop out, bustdown VVs, designer drippin`
Got a baby .40 with a new extended clip inside
For any problem, bitch, it`s .22 up in this clip of mine
My peoples lookin` up to me, so no, I can`t be victimized
I got so much pent-up anger, I just wish a nigga tried
You gon` die before you blink, yeah, that`s gon` be a quick demise
The world be so fucked up, that shit`ll have you sick and tired
You can`t even post a picture without being criticized
Was broke, but now I`m living everything I used to visualize
Thinking `bout them stories, still don`t make sense how my niggas died
That shit still haunt me to this day, them L`s hurt a nigga pride
How both of the twins leave? Why one of them didn`t survive?
Still want that point for Gucci, look his killer in his eyes
My bad I never scored for y`all, but at least a nigga tried
Walking through the opp shit with my Wesson, I couldn`t get a ride
I gotta run through a check for every tear a nigga cried
Gon` make my mark up in this shit, make sure my spot solidified
High off ecstasy and that codeine what I`m sippin` (What I`m sippin`)
This new Glock got .33, Scottie Pippen (Scottie Pippen)
Bitch, all of my niggas bangin` C`s
Like we Crippin` (Like we Crippin`)
Girl, you got what I need, what I been missing (What I`m missing)
Let`s take that chance, want you to see that I`m different (Oh)
Back then, tryna find myself
I couldn`t believe how I was trippin` (Oh)
No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees
That`s how I`m living (That`s how I`m living)
Every time that I pop out
Bustdown VVs, designer drippin` (Designer drippin`)
