Lyrics:
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
the lives of the many
They so hefty
You dont impress me by telling me abt it
I can see your lips
From side to side
Boy you fuck you thought you drunk
Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, I know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
I
and I'm still growin up
Only 17 and got my own crib
And still learnin how to live on the streets of the ghetto
The streets of the ghetto (3X)
Now I got
And the master plan was right on schedule
Now I'm branded hot by a light from the heavens
And the span I fought made me SO damn clever
Cause the pan that put me in
They keep starting to astound us
Lucky us we didn't blow up in our twenties
The money by them was panties
We were chipping ramps to Grammys their life
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score
Nuttin, cause you ain't got no points in this game
Kid you
and do my thang keepin niggas on amp
It's Mack 10 kickin shit from the Hoo-Bangin camp
[K-Mac]
Haha (nigga)
I just, wake up and ball y'all (Whattup
that room and start folding like laptop
Her face in the pillow, can't run from them back shots
U street, I met that bitch at like right spot
I'm from
industry is staring at me
A row away from Taylor, two away from Jay and B
Last night the skies turned purple and
Past lives in light tunnels
Light
landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority
motion, she gettin' the damn boot
Niggas lyin' like they catchin' bodies, where your shooters at
Pull up in your hood with the smoke, like we Uber X
Make
could walk in any spot, every box be soakin'
From a time when weed was stronger, today's streets are calmer
They used to kill for shades, sneaks
work so fire
Almost burnt down the damn kitchen
All this damn money in the
Room got my hands itching
A hundred people lined up at the spot
Look like
Its Ayegee the Kra...
Yea
Aye
Aye
I-10 to the 98
You act pie around my dawg
Then you can't skate
Shit
I'm just tryna put some pie up on my damn Plate
the business
Hindsight twenty twenty
Now you see the vision
Hope my haters live to hundred
Two commas after the zeroes
You feel that shit in your stomach
Four
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
shotty with me and my demons through Sin City
Not a 20 to his name he splitting the 10 wit me
That's 5 on it left vibes higher than 10 hippies
My mama pray
than any spot(uh huh uh huh)
My Tacos will make you Fart (fart)
****stunta
I get it my way(yeah)
Its however I want it
I don't live near by
But I'm here
(boo-boo-boo-boom, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I spray the Tesla X, you need a new body (skrrt)
Fifty K, got my bitch a new body (ah)
You internet niggas, y'all punani (err,
and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and makin deals with my tru niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the block
Steady mobbin' flew from
white Cucinelli
With that Louis V MR man
This that black and red with the headlights
Bugatti Chiron man
This that damn nigga, where you from nigga
How you
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
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