Progression (feat. 4-1 Juice, Angels Graffiti, Big Berry & Popo) - GMF DTown

Huh, woke up in a new car Chopper on my hip, it shoot a movie like a porn star, uh I might fuck a porn star, uh We hop in Mercedes, yeah Let's ride up in a foreign car Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous Demons and angels hang with us Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Don't fuck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh I'm from where they hang 'em, oh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Don't gangbang, this shit get dangerous I'm from the West Side, know not to play with us, yeah If you thinkin' that it's sweet, it's not okay with us Right now I'm in the A, we got the K with us (bang) All my chains heavy, and they bright as fuck She only give me head 'cause she don't like to fuck So much Balmain on, I feel like I'm a biker boy I been missin' you but you don't call my line no more And I swear I get all up in my feelings When you're not around, yeah I get in my feelings when you're not around, yeah I get in my feelings when you're not around me I think I'm addicted to this lifestyle, I swear I hope you don't just want me for my lifestyle, I swear Don't you only fuck me for my lifestyle, I swear I've been tryna show you for a long time, I care But you came around just at the right time, I get Jealous when you try come around all my friends Type of shit that make me wanna fuck with your friends Make you wanna break the fucking door off my Benz, yeah Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous Demons and angels hang with us Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Don't fuck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh I'm from where they hang 'em, oh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Ayy, you heard of me? (Heard of me, yeah) Fuck a Perc-10, need a 30 (I need a 30) And my FN 'cause they lurking And a Smith & Wesson's with the broski, no worries All these other niggas bitch niggas, they get disfigured Balling, yeah, I swish nigga I'm a swish nigga Own lane, never switch nigga, never switch nigga Tryna fuck the world They can suck a dick nigga (real shit) Fuck telling stories, I'ma make one This is real life shit, niggas make one I don't care about none of y'all Need to go and get your money up, you dig? Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous Demons and angels hang with us Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Don't fuck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh I'm from where they hang 'em, oh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up

Hmm, uh-huh (Hit-Boy) Bitch Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy I done, I done made it I done made it, made it, yeah I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit Fuck nigga Uh, yeah I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best I done Metta Word Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec Shoot you in your stomach make this shit hard to digest Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at? Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand get them features out my face 50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his breaks I ain't Lil Pump but I got double glocks on me like Gucci Gang We ball like Wilt Chamberlain like the name of them old Gucci tapes Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure? Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here? I got my crib in here, havin' some kids, yeah I do it big, yeah, big, big, yeah I do it big, yeah, big, big, yeah (Let's go) She saw me in the club, how did you get in here? Fuck is you doin' here? Why is you shootin' here? Doin' it big, yeah, big, big, yeah Doin' it big, yeah, big, big, yeah Yeah, away, away, away, away, away You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame Even when I stand up and hit it from the back I'ma still get laid Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it) Chicago shit, Chicago nigga Fuckin' on a Philadelphia bitch Yeah, I'm super rich, I could pay your rent Rollie doesn't tick Chopper with the tints Pull up with the tints, clip is extended Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich Limb by limb, forgive and forget Man, I don't forget shit You don't know when to stand You got it bad, man, come in, oh Oh, baby, come in Man, I don't forget shit Uh, yeah I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best I done Meta Word Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec Shoot you in your stomach make this shit hard to digest Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at? Army sergeant, no rank, yeah