Juicy J, Xavier Wulf - Alley Oop

Get away from people that's in your life that ain't doin' nothin' Get away from people in your life that's hatin' Get away from your family members ain't ever followed they dreams Get away from your family members ain't Never been nowhere but to the family reunion Ain't never been to a beach, get away from 'em Sometimes God will put an enemy in your life to keep you stirred up Behind your back, you'll be surprised what they tryin' to do Walk in the church and hug your mama like they never knew Go against the grain, beef with the guys is somethin' I never do But we livin' in the era of the alley-oop Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop Slam dunk a nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter Yeah, all the love gone and the streets ain't got no loyalty That's why I move alone, step over bullshit that's under me I used to be the underdog, stomach hurt from hunger, dawg Had plenty chances, I never got down on none of y'all Quick to cross your nigga out when you is in the hole He was the first to help dig you out, don't act like you don't know Yeah, bitches get set up Better stay on point if you got your bread up They want you to take a nap, they already made they bed up Kidnappings happen like Uncle Ice when you trappin' Cut off a finger to let you know that they not cappin' Life in the hood, be good as sports or make it rappin' 'Cause the streets burnt out, they not a hundred, make you rock 'em Behind your back, you'll be surprised what they tryin' to do Walk in the church and hug your mama like they never knew Go against the grain, beef with the guys is somethin' I never do But we livin' in the era of the alley-oop Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop Slam dunk a nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter Okay, you see me when I'm rollin' through Might burn a blunt or two I ain't never been the fool Watch who you talkin' to She was tannin' by the pool Lookin' so booty-ful Puffin' on this tutti-frutti But it hit like a brute Ready, set, aim, shoot I shoot it like a hoop I wish he would like I'm Groot Bitch, and that's the truth You niggas lackin' proper proof You's a fuckin' goof I pull up and take a tooth and pour a triple deuce No, this ain't my main bitch, we just in cahoots She said, "I don't suck and tell, what you tryna do?" But I know good and damn well she gon' tell a few I ain't mean to kill him, but he died in the alley-oops Behind your back, you'll be surprised what they tryin' to do Walk in the church and hug your mama like they never knew Go against the grain, beef with the guys is somethin' I never do But we livin' in the era of the alley-oop Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop Slam dunk a nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot Back door alley-oop, set up that alley-oop Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter All that friend shit don't matter All that—, all, all that All that friend shit don't matter All that friend shit don't matter All that—, all that—, all that All that friend shit don't matter All that—, all that—, all that All that friend, friend shit don't matter