Liq Hittaz - Young MayLay

I reminisce the days right before i start servings

2−11's come to mind, grab the nine, then to go, then i run up in the sto'

(EVERYBODY HIT THE FLO'!)

On the ground, face down, don’t make a sound, tellin' you now

Any sudden moves im dumping off rounds, put sales on the register

Pop that like a charm, bitch give up the grip, don’t (?) the store alarm

Empty each and every money, slide quick as possible

One time come before im done, you a hostage (Ho!)

You moving too slow, my crime in on parole

And i ain’t tryin' to go so everybody break your (?)

Live up the (?)

I want pennies, nickels, stomps, quaters and food stamps

We advance out the sto', smashed in the (?)

All they know it was three niggas and one had a (?), Liq Hittaz!

(Niggas talkin')

You need to keep your business to yourself

I found out who got the keys

Im’a creep up behind ya house put me down a robbery

So watch ya mouth clown, we invadin' homes

Next day come around and blow tree like Nathan (?)

(Yo, they just got me for some cheese)

No shit!

(Bout' a hundred and fifty G’s)

(?), wasn’t even all that, but still a cool grip

Each amount vary everytime a fool slip

We gon' get it, back to back like a rerun

That nigga that lick a whole pack of suckers when i see some

The bad snatcher, limit your chatter

For you had me going backwards cause im really after wrappers.

(?) mansions in Calabasas, (?)

They ain’t down they can’t hang with us (?)

Nigga ante up, the Liq Hittaz!

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