Lyrics:
see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While
a pitbull's jaw
Belligerent like demons that pull
You to the floor
It's Mordechai, back from the dead
Crackin' ya head
Open with a pipe, gettin' hype
Back-up
seventeen
And I'm up in the club with no ID
Escorted past you by security
And I'm chilling with your -- up in VIP
Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your
And if you got an hombre, mija, it's so gay
I pull up in the fente, scrapin' back bumper
In the clean classic
In a mean, tucked, white-tee, jacket
Nothin' boosts me more, or suits me beautifully
There's nothin' you can do to me, stab me, shoot at me (ahh)
Psychotic, hypnotic product I got it
Nothin' boosts me more, or suits me beautifully
There's nothin' you can do to me, stab me, shoot at me (ahh)
Psychotic, hypnotic product I got it
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
ya main
How I got her loose
Been at it for ten
Still tryna win
Been a struggle nothing else I rather do
Up to something
N***as watch my moves
Sticky
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your
you next day it's goodbye
We're cracking seals yeah we sit by the pine
And I got a face sum I'm swerving the E way my window is cracked but the dope in
niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your
She laughed it off like lemonade
When you're in love, you can be blinded by your own heart
You'll bend your own truth, so twisted up you could
to protect who ain't in it
The XP was three-quarters tinted, 4/5ths was converted
The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it hurted
Wig-Twisting Season
I'm feeling alone
I miss you
I'm out of my mind
The weight I'm carrying around
Im twisted up
And I got to unwind
I'm going slow motion
My foots
the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook
And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice
And you know what it said?
I'll tell you what it
That's why I'm sticking with my boys
Yeah, I got dark twisted fantasies
Stop at the sorority and pull off with some causalities
Murdering the cats like I'm
your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
Baby, I come running
I got Rottweiler in tube sock
Pitbull lock on your neck, kiss it and you'll die
Boxer
myself nobody close by
How I like it hell yea no lie
Got me sky high look down fly by
Yea that likewise haters gon fry
Juz like Popeyes oh no don't cry
What's your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (yo, Royce 5'9")
Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?)
We got the film right here
Yeah, I'm
Y'all just ride by
Lights out, lights out like a drive-by
Me my life's real
I ain't got nothing to lie about
You can ask anyone that's with me
How
world
I want you to know: my life matters!
Only got one and it'll pass us by
Time's running out and then we wonder why
Looking at a mirror, I'll tell you
my all
Something big and something to show for
Because you got nothing left
And you’s gots to go
But then you gots to see it
Then you gots to creeping
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