Lyrics:
get my battalion
Imma kill you and imma take my medallion
Bitch
I said 1 2 3 4 5
Gotta thank god I'm healthy an im alive
Ay
5 6 7 8 9
She wants to date
a settlement
We putting dick in yo' bitch cause
She know that we ball
Sweep her the wrong number when
She asks can she call
5 or 10 racks when we ball
5 or 10
Rockville, Maryland
7:36 am. Where a biracial baby was born
To a black father and a white mother
Father that wasn't there, addicted to
Crack cocaine,
the hood that bitch got 1-25 on the dash
(She like a gangsta 'cause)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I'm
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
hoops
But now I make hits every single day
With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7
hoops
But now I make hits every single day
With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7
now it's automatics
(Think back now)
When crack appeared
VCR's got stole, shorty asses disappeared
(Think back now)
IZOD, La Tigra, 8 ball coats
My man
(Bitch)
Sippin' on bottles, flyin' high on planes
Gotta lotta bad women, I don't even know their names
Toppers and tats, you know I got flame
When I pull
through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and stumbled into some
(fuck it)
I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday ??
I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!)
4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a cop
I know you prayin' that I
out
His gut like a Caesarean i’m scared for him
16 in the clip, we lettin’ eight go
You get half
Then your bitch take half: Jeff Bezos
Do the Math
Fuck
a first gen Miata
MK1 guts all re-wrapped in Prada
Got the 1.8, not the 1.6. 5-speed stick
I want it red... but I'm satisfied with white
All good, I'm finna
Santa came up missing
Aye I know a couple dope fiends
That'll hold him for Ransom
For a 8ball of crack
And IPhone for they grandson
Cause shit where I'm
Five, Sux jus might bust ya shit
Seven, Eight we taking all ya plates, eating good til our paper straight
That's a fact cause round Nine & Ten, ball hard
Regulation number 7, don't take yo' business to where you livin'
Regulation number 8, keep yo' heat but fly straight
(The rules and regulations)
[Chorus]
middle school and shit
And I was like,""Oh my god, the Aqua 8's!""
Y'all was roasting me the whole damn summer
Y'all was roasting me for like three years
school
any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage
Blankin' out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars
learned who not to trust grew obnoxious
so
transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable
gotta level up around this bitch (turn me up eight)
Level up, yeah, that's what I gotta do
Fuck a seven-up, bitch I'm to the top give me a Mountain Dew
Hop in my new whip call it metal sonic
Had to stop by the union make a deposit,
She stay call me lil vert, I said baby stop it
If it's fly niggas
to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
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