Lyrics:
It's funny how the time flies
Four years just flew by
Listening to my old songs
And i be like who's that guy?
It was just like yesterday
When i
(Nah)
It's obvious we need the help (We do)
Tell me what them fallen angels is
Are we aliens? Hell yeah
Shielded by the sun, fuck the shade
I get my
Rizz and weed in ounces
Tell em im deep at sea im drowing
Bruddas with me one hand im counting
Burn up my zout and ball like yao ming
Need more doe aint
and claim you loaded boy you need to quit,
Make it happen Captain I ain't come here for no conversation,
Came to get some pussy, smoke some weed and do some
who's that?
Bro spin that, he's movin' like Christopher Walkin' (movin')
I just tell the young boys, "Step back"
Take deep breaths dat, cah there ain't
select, and now our shit is bumpin' loud.
Firing Squad, back on the case.
To school ya, turnin' more boys to men than the great Luke Dubra.
BOOYAH! Do
a vegetable
Hot like safari, shop like a Gotti
We walk in and shock everybody
Me and my boys, ya we rock the party
Soon as we start to run everybody say
'em good things always come in threes
Can't let you walk out that door 'til you show me what that pussy hittin' for
Not tryna fuck up the vibe, but
city yea!]
[its mitton nigga, real niggas]
You go walk the streets back and you go on and have marshall
[these ridas nigga]
[welcome to detroit city!
bling here
Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover
Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya
Been having
and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
grain
Big body sittin wide enough to take up both lanes
I chunk up the duece for the North and the South
And the boys with that hard and that soft in
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
can see just by the smell
Like a ship from Little Sicily, my niggas got the shells
Give 'em hell, make a trigger start singing off like Adele
Hot
I'm ready for it
Path wasn't steady for me, I walk different
Ain't code-switching, I talk different
Revolutionary, my thoughts different
You man are
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
Seems like a heavy load
Anti-depressants lessen episodes
While the West End boys in their hand-me-down clothes
Brag about fights under high street
you begin to whisper “discharge”
Traumatized by the lies of the turncoats
Who walk enemy ground to go and burn smoke
Five dead single shot glock nine
of spades up on everythang 8ths to the face
And I'm smoking on purple rain
Flown I'm past fly smell my cologne when i walk by grab my coat and hold on
Cause
I am a Single Queen
You know the fucking vibes
King T Double E
With DJ-Z!
Tell em
Aye, Aye
Okay
I put my hands in the sky
Then I wave them side
The ladies ballin' too yea they fuck it up, you wish you knew 'em but you sad as fuck
Boy I'm coolin with my vatos, He think he hard actin macho
He finally
"Daddy was able to get a sheet of parchment paper and write a prayer on it
His personal prayer, thanking God for who I am
I have to walk in my divine
Iʼm getting sucked by somebody auntie
I use to rock hundreds now Iʼm want mazi
Walk in the club Iʼm sipping on wocki
Backwoods stuffed Iʼm smoking
Oowee backwards is weeoo weeoo
And weeoo weeoo the sound of a cop car
She was used to those
Being on back roads
Hot boxing with dope boys
Singing
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