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The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
playing son and husband by the time I hit eleven
My feet were smaller than the shoes I stepped in
You were a, mess and shit
Me a force to reckon with
I
tomorrow gon be better than my now I know ooohh yeah
Kirk said pull over let him drive
He took me off Mandela drive
Said don't follow money but the heart
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
better dead her, I told you
Shape and mold you, sun you, then I hold you
Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you
It'll be I, like I'm
Juice the capo
On the fucking mic man
It's Issa Gold here man, you know
UA shit, Beast Coast shit, three time move
My nigga shoutout my nigga Big Tigger
him smoking
3feet no pressure my chain nice you can’t approach him
Surrounded by bears in that solider field I eat with vultures
Yea Uh maybach baby
worried 'bout what's in my VAULT
DAMAG3 going off the rails
I swear to god y'all not prepared
I swear to god I could never fail
These Christians be sinning,
to realize
The second I'm raped, that the head off the table
Better than anal
The brothers would kill for this shit, Cain and Abel
You're not gonna have
he dissing on the dead go take his block right off the map shout out Eclipse thats my boy and you know he from the 3 and he shoot like Stephen curry so
Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs
I played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead
Or better
whistle
Chorus
To sweep with the feet when he hit the concrete
Chop him up, dice him up and sacrifice his meat
Drag him by his ankles to the cemetary
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door,
I got my racks up
I can't kick the cup swea I can't put this act up
Know I leave shit dead you say my name 3 times it's bad luck
Went S550 g-lock srt
Circle smaller but we stay in shape
Hit the plug for the great escape
My plug known to move major weight
If he ever get caught by the jakes I know they
grind
Niggas better give me mine
About my funds, top down ready for the shine
Gettin to it so inline
I'm influenced by the gold
I do it if I tried
I'mma
a six
Rest of y'all looking like y'all should assist
I could fuck around and tell you all what it is
Better yet, take a picture, get off of my dick
Real
shit til we dead and gone
Yeah shod that's my brother my backbone
Appetit
Me and my brother elite no socks
But we got the competition at our feet
Rep NG
get cake
You better get dough, ho you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter
Came up off Ball
shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it
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