Mention Lyrics

Stompin on the block

I'm good up in them trenches

You can't hang alone

I'm good without a mention

Don't stay out past dark

They might come and get ya

Bloody pradas

Have em shaking in his britches

Four door park itself

I hop out with four bitches

He gone park himself

If his ass get to bitching

The blunt gone spark itself

The way I'm in here spitting

Like I been shor before

Way I'm out here shittin

Talk behind ya back

That boy not yo friend bitch

I can't get with that

Can't fuck with that pretend shit

Way I pull racks out my sleeve

Like a magician

Claim that he not ratting

He the first one gossiping

Y You bought that car

Y you bought that bitch yeah

Y you bought that glock

Yo ass ain't gone hit shit

I don't sell no more

I scam I love a sack bitch

Put 'em on a shirt

Then Smoke em out the pack bitch

They been on my top

Get up out yo feelings

Way I talk 'em down

Make Grown man turn to children

If that act around

I'll sip till I can't feel it

Lucky my son around

Or he might have to feel it

Swervin off the lot

Swervin feel like Sam

Bitch I love to block

Bitch I love them grams

Don't fuck with no cops

Bitch I feel like bam

Old friends turned they back

I turned 'em into fans