71813

Member back in the day? Ni*** back in the day?
Talking Tampa Bay, 813, ni*** still back there today
It’s all love in that city, salute all my ni***s still rapping away
Wait, aye
Salute all my ni***s still trapping away!
Work, it’s always time to get paid
I just got wiser today, bi****s they lie in your face
She’ll front like she mad but she not to be honest she dying to taste
She’s hitting your phone cus she laughed yesterday but she’s crying today —
Damn!
Aye, Never be petty about it
Go do them a favor and, they’ll be forgetting about it
Don’t be distracted stay focused
Your mind ain’t a weapon without it
Call Shilly, tell Bonds, that we’re pulling up pronto
That’s Tampa Bay, 813, back to the apple like Oh!
Ya’ll boys know I do this sh** for real
Ya’ll know I just don’t know how to chill
Curve her, now she don’t know how to feel
I’m down, she’s down, tell me what’s the deal
New York is the city, you know we all do this for really
We focused on millies, some rappers be dope but not really
Some bi****s be dope but not really
Some wishing you luck but not really
They give you their trust but not really
You 718 or not really?
I’m 718 when it’s chilly
If you 718 then you feel me
I’m 718 with my women
It’s 718 how I hit it like
She’ll let you hit twice if you hit it right
Both in the moment, we’re here tonight
718 but it’s 187 how I kill it here tonight
Hit up priceline when we’re done then it’s back to the 813
Already booked a flight!
Ya’ll boys know I do this sh** for real
Ya’ll know I just don’t know how to chill
Curve her, now she don’t know how to feel
I’m down, she’s down, tell me what’s the deal
I’m headed for the top bottom line
Your rap deal should be illegal
Cus you ni***s getting sodomized
Kill tracks that’s a homicide
Still tryna keep the fight alive
Still chasing these dollars signs
You still making excuses
Still wasting a lot of time
Ni***s still slaves these days
Still feeling like amastad
Talk to 'em but no monologue
Still shine like the amoral
On the tires of the 750
My ni***s is 730
Tell these fu** ni***s come and get me
They ain’t really really f**king with me
Heart cold like the North Pole
Red dot, I’m like Rudolph
Where’s Donner and Blitzen?
My shooters with me, they’re blitzing
Thirty mag, that’s extensions
We don’t answer no questions
New York down to Tampa
Real ni*** gon' stamp yah
Ya’ll boys know I do this sh** for real
Ya’ll know I just don’t know how to chill
Curve her, now she don’t know how to feel
I’m down, she’s down, tell me what’s the deal