Lyrics:
don't know about me I'm gonna really bitch bring it
Understand the swag on point juice and drinkin' bitch bring it
You can't mess with me my car be like
Indiana like a Pacer
(Like a Pacer) she don't wanna talk 'less
It's 'bout some paper
Flip-flops came from Gucci with
The matching socks
Got purple lenses in
you hoe you wont get yo bitch back
Barry bonds to that pussy hit her with a big bat
You ain't my potna ill fuck yo hoe dont tell nobody I hit that
Woke up from a long night of sex this mornin'
Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin'
Hear my girl talk a lil' mess this mornin'
Hit the hood got
Tell that lil boy that we came with the Glick too don't even bother to throw up your set
Bro got extended clip shoot til it click too hollow tip finna
(mouth)
I'm down with Lil' Flip and I'm down with T.I.P.
If them niggas come together know how much paper we could see?
Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til
fast
All these niggas I skimmed past
So quick they got whiplash
Yea lil mama real bad
And she Sweat me like a gym bag
She on my dick head
Texas toast I
somethin'
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what
where you lay
Man it's business. Don't even play
I can see you off your shit, but don't let it mess with your faith
Ain't no coming back from the day
If
feel my pain (hol' up)
Please don't get me hyped (I'm hyped), write my name in ice (ice, ice, ice)
Can't argue with the lazy bitches, I just raised my
they back
Bae told me make a crescendo, So I shot him with different extendos
Bro a realtor he know how to flip homes, I'm an oldie, I got her a flip
Staying G's for life
Young ballers coming up
Staying high till we die
Staying high till I die with them Texas Boys
We putting it down in the Valley,
standing a lil' bit too close
I ain't no internet gangsta, I'm sorry dawg, we don't do posts
Swear these niggas are fake, it'll make ya heart shake, you
Big L, rest in peace
Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
We've got it
You can feel the realness
In this business of rap
Go ahead
Big L, rest in peace
Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
We've got it
You can feel the realness
In this business of rap
Go ahead
bullet proof windows tented
Yeen gotta fake it with a n**** I dont do the pretending
Bruh want the trackhawk he don't want the basic engine
We love fast
girls
Lil robert playing football run the ball
My daughter rhamani blessing dog
I love daughter knya she in texas
A lot of these mothers be f****** messi
When I ride thru the city at the night
(Lil bitch)
I got you enticed
(Lil bitch)
You stay on my line
(Lil bitch)
You got your invite
To vibe with
ain't no cap nigga
Slow loud and bangin in Texas
That's a bitch nigga trait
Put that mop in they face
They don't scream gang gang
When we hop out
Get away
yeah (click-clack)
Them niggas know what it is (click-clack)
North side of Houston Greenspoint Texas nigga (click-clack)
Aka gunspoint nigga stay with yo
We eat nigga
You sleep nigga
Grind till we get it we gone flip and make it back next week nigga
You a weak nigga
You don't know better
You wasn't
got the hoes Young Hollywood?
I think he might
And I suppose, nigga we up in the night
That's right them bitches be staring
With Lil Moo in the cut
the clique
Mo' sex with the Rolex, come without a tip (yeah)
Mo' grip when the dough flip, gimme mo' lick
Whole fist break his whole shit, tuck up lil
(*talking*)
What up Lil' Flip, how life treating you boy
[Hook]
Living the life of ice is nice, and fancy cars and all that shit
Going to bars
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