Lyrics:
order plenty ammunition for the
Enemies that I got i'm the King
I'm just looking for my Coretta Scott
Bet I pop, like a boy band
I'm annoying to rappers
This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world
Fresh coast gettin' rowdy
We don't represent out west we signifyin'
We showin' out
And we
walking out on him.
In the Big House, Isabelle is a-telling all to the chaplain, who's become her friend.
She says:
I don't know why you care.
I don't know
out
Bitch betta blast the AC
Real ones be
Too hard to
Come by
No shade boy yeah
Let um sun dry
Truth is
You a bitch
Man that's no lie (better
Shot it off
I can't be stopped
I'ma shop with no god damn
Regard for the pocket
Lockin' the vault
Nothin' out 'til closer to fall
Solid as rock
Think I
yeah I'm not playing fair
You have to get paid to care
You never help me like an armchair
Been dripping so long I need a bath chair
Even if I show you
He stood up and made himself a costume
The next day harry went out on the streets and "fought crime"
Then he was sued by police for "fighting crime"
"I
'm holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
don't go by same the rules
I'm Gucci down to the shoe
Make these bitches choose
By the flick of a wrist
Oh that boy
Just took your bitch
I know you salty
In the beginning
They said it was as big as a washing machine
With a big blue star on it. Lots of lines, lots of angles
In the beginning that machine
invite you to enjoy the
Four features I have on here
Of myself, Machine Gun Kelly ayo Dante
They say them Cleveland boys
Don't got no heat
Shit, bitch you
what I can sorting out yeah
She is balling out, bro
You do not be in my shoe, Bro
This street cat
Ah, man!
Ah they are jarring fam
I don't know if I want
fresh ma
Ma, I don't shop what the rest by
Oh no ma please respect ma
Jiggy this is probably purple label
Or that BBC or it's probably tailored
But
me tryn' get me
Slick beat them with baton's call me Webbie
Spint off with a bag I had pennies
Straight from the block swear I don't care bout no Emmy
mean I was broke
I was getting this money
Taking care of my folks
Coming up from the bottom
Won't fall like it's Autumn
I'm chosen by god
Ain't no way
don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lean on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's
gon'
Pass it or pop it
I still got a ratchet, a mask in the closet
Nigga
Ayo, I copped the Beamer with low mileage
I heard bein' broke by
People don't
We just tryna put bengies in money machines
And we don't care if it's dirty or clean ya mean
Round the clock I'm getting to them dollars step yo hustle
lil baby I'm lying
Catch him out by his self then we blaming em
I'm with yo bitch shooting porn we some amateurs
Better pray when you run you don't run
intended
Games always Nintended
I got the break that she mended
Always with tape not cemented
I don't think that she meant it
Straight up boy I just vented
out We Don't Die!
You're gonna rock the dead they never need the binds
They want to be with us and walk every day
So repeat these words that I say!
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
night that you (workin')
Shout out to my people with a job
I hope you don't fall asleep tomorrow when you (workin')
I was knocking on this chick, my
check my stats and who I came in wit
Cosigned by Rich Gang certified by some rich niggaz
Swerve and stunted on bitch niggaz when I opened shop n I dismiss
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