Aristocrat ft. Flacko Lyrics

Feds watch what I be doing

Undercover but who they fooling

They just trying to stop the movement

Play it smart I cant be stupid

I don't wanna have to do them

But niggas telling ratatouille

Catch him run down with that Tooley

All these clips lets shoot a movie

That's on bro

You know he on it I Drop the lo

40 Glock wit an extension for niggas hollering they want smoke

Come outside we up the score

Dump it out and them reload

They claim they bout it ain't that so

Up that chopper here we go

Jugging all damn season I been running it up

A lot of niggas out here mad cause they ain't touch enough

Claim they real we'll see wassup once that paper come

In the way not doing nun, you in the field for what

Money coming easy

You don't got to believe me

Run it up and stay lowkey

I don't wan be on Tv

Either way ima do my thang but now people gone see me

Leveled up and hit the A but these niggas still G league

I'm trying to run up a check

Bitch who is you tryna stress

All I wanted was the neck

Than I move on the the next

Bay bay nigga, v block gang don't tolerate no disrespect

From the bay we make a mess

We gone come put shit to rest

Than I might head to the west

Or I might head to the east

So I'm nowhere to be seen

Bitch I'm right here on the v

Niggas saying we ain't never outside I'm like, what you mean

Just for me my Broski pop up out that cut and clear the scene

Steady dosing off this lean

I don't really do the beans

Niggas begging for attention, he just wanted to be seen

Heard they dissing on my hood

Tell the opps to wipe they knees

And if they dissing Om my Broski on bro we gone let off 3