Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Small Time, artist - Willie D. Date of issue: 26.11.2015
Song language: English
Small Time |
| I started small time, dope game, cocaine |
| Pushin' rocks on the block, I’m never broke main |
| Sportin' jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin' hard |
| You try to serve me you’ll get served, wit no regard (2X) |
| I gotta do what I gotta do in this game |
| I started small time, dope game, cocaine |
| I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki’s bitch |
| I went from rags to riches and I’m stackin' G’s quick |
| Now the popo’s wanna come and get a nigga |
| I’m gonna knock 'em on they ass 'cuz my shit is bigga |
| I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up |
| Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up |
| Niggas wanna stick me for my G’s and ki’s |
| But believe I’m gone make dem bitches bleed indeed |
| You can bring it bring it bring it but you can’t stop this |
| Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this |
| Can’t stop what I’m ishin' out |
| I’m thugged out |
| Final real Cormega shit, a drughouse |
| Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine |
| Niggas swell in this dope game |
| Check me out |
| I’m on a all night flight |
| Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me |
| Steady sweatin' me for credit, tryin' to act like they know me |
| Show me the money, it ain’t funny |
| Want a twenty or a dime |
| See I’m a hustla on the grind |
| Can’t do nothin' for five |
| Get out my face |
| This ain’t the place |
| To run game on me homie |
| That five dollars that you shakin' |
| Can’t change nothin' here homie |
| I saw some misses 'bout the riches |
| Double cross me, swim wit the fishes |
| I’m inchin' wit one-way tickets |
| To them bitches who didn’t get it, get it |
| Twist it, paper chasin' |
| On this bacon I’m makin' |
| All that plottin' and that fakin' |
| Got you dancin' wit Satan |
| See you hatin' on a playa |
| Way too major for bustas |
| Bring the ruckus muthafuckas |
| If you think you can touch us |
| Get on the prime co’s |
| Load the black rhinos, in the 5−4 |
| Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions |
| While I’m small time dealin' |
| I’m just smugglin' chickens |
| Get my G’s in position |
| I’m cookin' ki’s in the kitchen |
| Small time |
| I got a pocket full of stones |
| Where the fiends at |
| Got them big ol' boulders |
| That’s where the G’s at |
| Can’t fuck wit rattin' ass hoes |
| A bitch don’t need dat |
| And for you jackin' ass niggas |
| I’ll have that heat yeah |
| I’m takin' 'em down |
| I’m beatin' that ass |
| I’m puttin that thang all in dey face |
| Comin' for my G’s, nigga please |
| Bitch it’s steady straight |
| Makin' 'em, gettin' dividend |
| Got it hot yeah in-between |
| If them popo’s come and get me |
| Let me out, I’m doin' again |
| We low, kilo, everythang I worked fo' |
| Have my girl workin' that corner |
| Don’t come up in this short, ho |
| Never seen, you know what I mean |
| All about that crispy green |
| Have it sewed up from H-town back to New Orleans |
| Murder murder if you play me short |
| Takin' heads clean off this bitch and bustin' hard |
| Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it |
| And my boys on the corner out there twirkin' it |
| They twirkin' it |