Lyrics:
by the bottle
Get rich with the team hit the lotto
Stick to the scheme that’s the motto
The difference between you and me that’s a lot hoe
Yup that’s
be the same in the booth
Searching fo what's new yup Googl3
By myself not no one else um um
Fool wit the vocab going buko
Be you what I'm shouting out
give you need
Let me do it right, by the end of night, you gon' wanna rock with me
Shorty hold up, imma pull up, let me give you need
Let me do it right,
Yup
Met em by the poolside
Said her name Ava
Or I think she was Amelia
And her friend name was Anastasia
Anyway take em to the rooftop
Thinking bout
walking down Textile
Took it by the step, it got harder by the mile
Can't go back, but I look into my files
Cause I liked it better when I smiled at me
I
chapter of my life begins
Haer
I see these places passing by
One by one I say good bye
In between two worlds I’m out on the road
I go,
My second
half of me
Wishing bigger than a picket fence
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
What God has joined, man cannot divide
Maybe that's why the money always by
ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by
ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
When I was drug dealing, man (yeah)
I made a killing, man (yeah)
I'm not broke, I cop coke by the kilogram
Fuck how your feeling, man (what)
I'm
in his eyes These niggas gone talk
Know they ain't gone slide
Cause last time I did you know one em
Yup
He tried to run got hawk with that fire
You
of paying, lately I've been playing with digits
So much coming from these words, it's making 'em nervous
Ain't a thing by chance, everything you see
soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got
skool, I'm all skool
Yup, it's time for the teacher once more
Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yup, it's time for the teacher once more
Bo, bo, bo, bo
dynamite
Phone on blow up, yea she got that prototype
Need yo number, like you caller number 9 yea, stay on the line, yea
Tryna make you mine by the end
Yup, I know you tired man
I had to mention Michelin
They ignore you, walk away
And zone you out by whistling
But don't worry, I'm observing
I just hope
(Frontline)
Daily it's a slaughter of the flesh call it a flatline (Uh Huh)
Strive for perfection in Him
No need to justify
By saying I'm not perfect by
Flying and spinning an Orbital Switch 1440
Like Henrik Harlaut
That's how I B-Dog CASABON
They're gonna be inspired by this black Tanner Hall
I'm a one man
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
backseat?!)
Made all them bitches lap up, say what
(You made all them women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' them drugs
I got ten
Price of the brick went up
Like Prop Joe and Marlo (uhhh)
Niggas moving hard dope (yup)
When they ask me what I know (yup)
I'm vacant like Chris Partlow
I'm off world with it (Yup)
Sniffin' K and poppin' X, it got my words twistin' (Okay)
Feelin' good, goin' do my dance and throw a swirl in it (Bitch)
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