Reppin Lyrics – Boss Top
Singer: Boss Top
Title: Reppin
n#gg#s be vegan, ain’t getting no chicken
I’m cooking up dope, put a stu’ in the kitchen
I’m in traffic, five percent, Gucci down, I’m down
My black ‘Cat, b#tch, this ain’t rental
n#gg# tried serve, I need percentage
AR pistol good
If I crash is my decision
Ain’t no talking to these b#tches
Quit that talking on them pillows
Draco beat his chest, gorillas
Fredo Bang on these n#gg#s
The opps be p#ss#, pillow
When we see ’em, I’m stepping on n#gg#s
O’Block, b#tch, I’m repping on n#gg#s
b#tch, Stretch Gang, we stretching them n#gg#s
n#gg#s ain’t health, ain’t getting no guap
Ain’t shooting out a car, we walking up blocks
V12 freshing on cars
My granny had switch, lungs
My enemy close so I don’t f#ck with the opps
I think about 12, wanna dumb on them cars
The feds be tweaking, they sweeping the block
Acting like they wanna the whole gang get locked
Going out like get caught with the Glock
We invented Stretch Gang, lost T.Roy and Von
Me and Durk, we talk, we got a straight bond
Me and Zoo been locked, been sliding on
Know Booka, my heart from the Six, we tied
I remember them days, I remember them nights
I remember J-Money wanted me slide that night
But I went ’cause they was too high
If I knew he was, would give him my pipe
My life a book, I’m scarred for life
Lost Von, I ain’t see this sh#t coming from the sky
Lost to 12, my head ain’t right
Sitting in a cell, suicide in my mind
You know I’m strong, we stronger combined
Get Back Gang, OTF, free slime
O’Block, 600, free Duke and ‘Nine
n#gg#s be vegan, ain’t getting no chicken
I’m cooking up dope, put a stu’ in the kitchen
I’m in traffic, five percent, Gucci down, I’m down
My black ‘Cat, b#tch, this ain’t rental
n#gg# tried serve, I need percentage
AR pistol good
If I crash is my decision
Ain’t no talking to these b#tches
Quit that talking on them pillows
Draco beat his chest, gorillas
Fredo Bang on these n#gg#s
The opps be p#ss#, pillow
When we see ’em, I’m stepping on n#gg#s
O’Block, b#tch, I’m repping on n#gg#s
b#tch, Stretch Gang, we stretching them n#gg#s
I was fifteen getting down with that Glock
I was out the window when they felt that shot
Ain’t missing these n#gg#s, they thinking we boxers
Catch you on the job, we punching that clock
n#gg#s be talking, we knock out your tongue
n#gg#s be b#tches, I pull up, they run
n#gg#s smoke on Gee, now he next to the sun
I was Get Back Gang before I ever met Von
All of my shooters gon’ stay pay
We send a blitz through a J-Pay
We send a b#tch for a play-play
‘Cause a opp b#tch down like
Free all of my opps like chips they gon’ lay
Miss spin the city, tell them n#gg#s do better
Put, mind his business he better
n#gg# diss me, I’ma put him on schedule
Caught him on the whip, left his brains on the
n#gg#s be vegan, ain’t getting no chicken
I’m cooking up dope, put a stu’ in the kitchen
I’m in traffic, five percent, Gucci down, I’m down
My black ‘Cat, b#tch, this ain’t rental
n#gg# tried serve, I need percentage
AR pistol good
If I crash is my decision
Ain’t no talking to these b#tches
Quit that talking on them pillows
Draco beat his chest, gorillas
Fredo Bang on these n#gg#s
The opps be p#ss#, pillow
When we see ’em, I’m stepping on n#gg#s
O’Block, b#tch, I’m repping on n#gg#s
b#tch, Stretch Gang, we stretching them n#gg#s
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