Lyrics:
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
on all blocks like I'm sellin paletas
And rock the bells
Home of the drive-by where they pop the shells
I eat at Charro's and La Barca, not Taco Bell
Goin' left and right
Was westbound, goin' off to work
Eastbound, goin' home
Girl in that Mercedes-Benz
Lookin' so alone
She should leave that man
to beer
When I walk home the boys rollin up with the 30 packs of Nattys
While my roommates pregame listening to Call Her Daddy
I hear there's drama goin
no pork, I pull up in a Lam
This shit I got on, spit the grip on it
AR pistol with a stop, put a grip on it
Shot the guy's ass when I hit, had the grip
ha friend (watchout) Goin gotdamn that depends (gotdam) Ion know where the bish been (I don’t) Thinkin bout the money I spent (hmm) By now coulda been
I remember the phone every evening
Ringing till it fell off the wall
Seemed like every single guy in town
Was looking for a buddy to call
It
goin' for nothin' else
Let's go-o-o-o-o-o-o
Let's go-o-o-o-o-o-o
Know I'ma shine if I ain't doin' nothin' else
It's bout that time and I did it by myself
really out here! (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)
Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
Fuck the same hoes again,
When you look out your window and see her runnin' away
You start addin' things up, how you let her down
Now she's makin' you pay, by runnin' away
don't test me and don't fuck with Dizzy
He keep a knock on his hippie last nigga went home on a stretchy
Diamonds dancin' from Icy take your bitch treat
it's time to go home son, where you goin with this?
Son? Eat a dick copper, no one needs to know my business
Just get a chopper and lots of money,
a lot of shit, I'm not the same nigga
It's a lot goin' through my brain, nigga
Got rich and the chain got bigger
Stayin' on your P's and Q's my nigga
But
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy, you all know me I was scared as hell
He comes to me at night when I crawl into bed
He's
Don't stick around to hear the wind blow
Don't go alone, and don't forget your phone
And if you're too afraid, you better just stay home
Don't be all
Michigan
Well I'm out, grapplin' with ya
Watch my better days pass me by
Well I've been losin' next to winners
Goin' far and wide just getting by
I'm not
takin' shots until we see the Sun
That's just the way that my Friday nights go
You best believe that I'm lit goin' home
We took the after party to mi casa
cum scholar
Bitch can’t cause me no problems
Buddy gettin smoked like a Newport his homie gon holla
Roll em in backwood da pack good I gotta come holla
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
it's gettin numb
Lot of things I've seen done left me gon and now I'm on
Pull up I'm at home
Like baby what you on
Lot of things I'm goin crazy off
or die they needa make up they minds
Uh, cause I, I am not that typa guy
(Why they is so worried bout me they don't know where I'm goin)
Do or die yeah, do
taste
You don't find trustworthy guys these days
Omo by the way
My name is Tomisin
So I told her cool down let me speak
We can take a walk
Down to my crib
woods, you know when it's me
You heart subzero below
Pray it don't break when it snow, when it freeze
Okay jeeze
Coming home late but I got extra keys
Four
Hey buddy, who is that, who is that whoah
What a good looking little guy
Hello Chris, hey Chris this is mom, hey Chris dad
Just uh checking in see
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