Lyrics:
they with you
Get to to singing like Bobby when shit get Sticky
Proud family
I ain't proud to be in it
Y'all should win an Oscar for all that acting
Got
This one here for the ghetto
A nigga ain't forgot about y'all
Everybody don't see shit the way we
See it Knah i'm sayin
Shit they don't even feel it
Ayo, it's Westside Pootie
And we're getting money, y'all broke
It's Griselda
Ayo, I'm more coke seller less Coachella
No cut on my slabs, you niggas
Around with you freaks even tried to teach
A few a y'all to read the
Graffiti you don't need to give me a
Reason to live already got enough
To make me feel
description is so low key
Hate to be mentioned
It's out of sight, I play the distance
I do my dirt all by my lonely, from my
Past experience, fuck a Co-D
My
y'all niggas already know
These are moments niggas
Egyptian musk, bitches blush
A vintage tux, the Dillinger's tucked
Diamond cufflinks trini cut
Pills
thru it
Now y'all in trouble we got a bigger team
Some doing foul shit but I stay clean
Triple beam no triple threat got way more shit you ain't seen yet
sign it in cursive
Man, what's the motherfuckin' word, mane?
Y'all niggas is gettin' on my motherfuckin' nerves, man
I stopped poppin' Percs, I
said I would never win/
Who you think you fresher than tbc shit got me cracking they bite it like peppermint/
Yea I told them I bet I can y'all better
And I could give a fuck if the floor wet, they ain't moppin' us up
And I told her all my secrets, now she my weakness
And they aimin' for my head, I
doing nothing girl, no)
That ain't my bitch, that's my motherfuckin' homegirl, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah, oh
If one more y'all run tellin' on me
Oh
Tryna find the words, y'all fucked around and hit the final nerve
I heard you done provoked my primal urge, I'm on the verge
I'm on a purge, fuck
just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, y'all niggas could neva' see me)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
imperial flow
"Who the fuck is this?"
Me, me, that's who
[Jemini]
All aboard, my ship is about to leave the port
Call the law man, this shit ain't even
Okay, honor y'all? No way
Still spell America with the triple K
Word up to Spice 1 and O'Shea
And any MC peepin' what I go through
Real rap, my last
of envy
Baby I built this shit off filthy
If all goes right this'll kill me
Been living off hype, bitch gimme that light
By the don't smoke sign like bill
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
Yeah wode I'm on my grind
You can tell by my watch piece I don't waste time
Take as look at my work ethics
So Divine you can catch me on Prime Time
sent to be
Everybody listening feel like they hearing the symphony
Silly for talking shit to me
Y'all done been through so much that I feel like I've
the commissary
Don't fuck with Terry
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make'em bang-bang
Make'em all move
Do
reap
Seen it all before
Okay. Life gets more jarring by the day
James Harden. Take a couple steps
Back and hit the J, uh
I been in the field. Trying
to rob
You really wanna live that life but are you really down so slide
Shorty said she love my drip, I got the wave, she tryna ride
Fuck the talkin', all
engrained in purity
Everything in y'all way, I'm using it
I'm just having my way and abusing it
Yeah, I said I was to blame, they accusing me
It's funny how
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