Ayeee

[Intro: D-Aye]

From my hood to your hood, from my block to they block, you dig what I'm sayin' (from the projects mama)

Like everything I'm seein', everything I'm related to

Nigga I'm reppin' this shit for the streets, you heard (straight from the projects mama)

I know you have to relate to me, all this shit I'm talkin' about

[Verse 1: D-Aye]

I remember days I ain't have it, I was sleepin' on a pissy mattress

I'm tryna multiply my money, flip it around, do it like gymnastics

I had to take a gamble in the streets, you know I keep a tool when I be sleep

I just be thinkin' 'bout a lot of demons, I see a lot of niggas want to be me

Ayy I'll never cross on my niggas, no, every nigga around me they sellin' dope

I came off the block but I'm still here, all the real niggas like gotta feel him

You remember when you laughed at me?

Lil bitch I was fucked up, now a nigga back at it

Post up in the crack alley

Bad bitch smell good so she gonna throw it back at me

I'm soaking wet, my heart ache, ayy I was sittin' in the rain mama

Pill popper, goin' through pain mama

Still sippin' on the drank mama

Before I let you play me I'ma say somethin'

I won't let no nigga take from me

Tell a nigga come direct mama, I'm straight from the projects mama

[Chorus: D-Aye]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

I wake up and get me a bankroll

Sippin' 'Tussin, is we gon' pour up a four?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

No time for the actin'

Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

You know I came straight out the projects

What the hood gon' do without me?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

Salute to the streets, know they love me

I won't let them folks down, they can trust me

[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]

Patiently waiting for my time to come

I done told my mama that I made it

Kept gettin' in trouble for shit, police callin' my mama

Wouldn't let her come and get her baby

I'm goin' brazy, this shit ridiculous

How quick they be sellin' their soul to Caucasians

I just pray that I make it, these snitches been takin' us out on the daily

Sip somethin' and get faded

They kicked in the trap, I'm glad I wasn't there when they raided

I don't give two fucks, daddy ain't there then I'm killin' you baby

They got bullets, we got bullets too baby

Ain't a nigga on earth bulletproof baby

This a forty, not a deuce deuce baby

Ride with a deuce, I'ma look at you crazy

Snitch might as well be a rapist

Sold your soul, better off bein' an atheist

Every night I dream 'bout makin' it

Now that I made it still dream about makin' it

Snitch might as well be a rapist

Sold your soul, better off bein' an atheist

Every night I dream 'bout makin' it

Now that I made it still dream about makin' it, Peezy

[Chorus: D-Aye]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

I wake up and get me a bankroll

Sippin' 'Tussin, is we gon' pour up a four?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

No time for the actin'

Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

You know I came straight out the projects

What the hood gon' do without me?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

Salute to the streets, know they love me

I won't let them folks down, they can trust me

[Verse 3: Yung Bleu]

Stayed in the trap with a MAC and a stick

I'm that lil nigga from back in the bricks

I'm that lil nigga got it out the mud

They know I got the wave, nigga buzzin'

I got a stick with it, came with the dick in it

Ain't finna play with it, I gotta stay with it

I fuck your bitch on the floor, I'ma lay in it, yeah, hey

Load up the cartridge, we gotta jump it

I'm from the bottom, I came out the dungeon

I keep that fire on my waist like a girdle

I get to poppin', I make 'em do hurdles

My pockets stick out like the head on a turtle

Nigga come play with my gang, he get murdered

I send a nigga to do you a service

I do the dash in a four door Suburban

I got this money off rappin' and servin'

I got this money off juggin' and stickin'

I got them fleas on my finger, it's itchin'

Taliban, chopper with the extension

Took the doolie, went and sat it on inches

Yeah nigga, young nigga shit, nigga yeah nigga

Gang shit, Peezy, D-Aye, nigga you know what the fuck goin' on

[Chorus: D-Aye]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

I wake up and get me a bankroll

Sippin' 'Tussin, is we gon' pour up a four?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

No time for the actin'

Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

You know I came straight out the projects

What the hood gon' do without me?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey

Salute to the streets, know they love me

I won't let them folks down, they can trust me