Lemon Lyrics

Yea homie let me rock it

Off the flow

Off top

I be dope popping

Staying on the corner

With my homies we be flocking

Aint no stock watching this the Flippin and the flopping

We was selling off goods

Just to smoke a backwoods

Didn't know I could in a no white hood

I'm surviving in the streets

Rent money all good

Til the boys in the blue

Started fucking up the hood

Homies got locked

Other homies got shot

It's fucked up

Knowing murdering on yo block

So I keep a glock cocked

In an all black box

If you want it

You can get it

I can send it like a shot

Yea we fucked up double fisting two cups

All masked up but we showing all love

To the ones that we lost

While we rolling up bud

Harshest is the mu fuckers living in the mud

Aye yo flex it

I ain't with that shit but I'mma stress it

Super eight motel three eleven exit

Where I rest it

Finna go to Canton for the best shit

Sell it off in Brandon for the next shit Jackson an investment

I've been on my shit but it's been hectic

I just got robbed by my ex bitch

Set up by her next dick

Beat a homie down till he find another exit it

Layin on the ground with my ex bitch

Yuh

Take it back to twenty sixteen

It's a sweet life robbing

I ain't have to do a thing

If you bringing up the money

I'mma take it like a king

Cause a peasant left to die

Will do anything for the cream

I make em sing

Then holler back and do my thing

I'm with my team

Rocking all the new supreme

That's my dream but my reality's

A hundred things

Tearing at the seams cause my new shit

In old jeans