Lyrics:
chasing hoes now his whole life fucked up
Stepping on my haters in some Yeezys got me fucked up
And if you ain't talking bout no paper then please shut
bust it up every day, gettin' money
Stack it right to the vein, he run up on me
He get slapped in his face, ain't mad
Cause they see a nigga get paid
ain't got the drip
You ain't got the drip
You ain't got the drip Nah
Kz got the drip
Kz got the drip
Kz got the drip Yuh
Kz got the drip by default icy
talk about? (Shit)
You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about
Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he
like Kyrie Irving
I got vibes they Persian
My niggas be purging
These niggas be lurking
I'm way far from perfect
I got tools like nurses
I will never
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
I don't see no dog
Dog under the bed
N***a you lucky he ain't attack your ass
When you came in
You the dog motherfucker
Bitch I'm a dawg gold on my
on that bitch, I heard he love a broad
We ain't on the court, we get up on him, we gon' drop him off
Like I'm Kyrie Irving, got the handles, all I know is
the joint, my nigga
Hood ways got us runnin' from the oinks, my nigga
These ain't disguises (yeah)
This is how better real life gets
Then they imitate
remember all the times was in them hotels bagging up
And I ain't with all that acting stuff he got shot acting tough
You should see they face everytime I
the damn drugs I prey 12 don't alert me
I make a 32 off a 230
Uncle hit my line and say he got the purple
Really this shit simple
Get the shit in
Get
the damn drugs I prey 12 don't alert me
I make a 32 off a 230
Uncle hit my line and say he got the purple
Really this shit simple
Get the shit in
Get
but her son outside
15 this lil' n***a got a gun outside
Its real
Church
I ain't really wit the tweeting s**t
N****s tweeting bout
How they don't be
They just was watching
When they nigga had got ran down
That's the type of shit
Ah make you put your hands down
Ain't get no hand outs
Niggas seen me cry
I just can't sleep so I get in my car and I drive
I'm on the 101 and I'm cruisin' by 105
Got the radio cranked and the rhythm is comin' alive
bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
Which is really on the wall
I got
AIN'T GOT A LOT OF DOLLARS, BUT HE IS A RICH MAN
SHAWTY BE PROFITING OFF OF THE BAGS WHENEVER THEY COME IN
WE LIVE OFF PRINCIPLES, LIKE WE BEEN
like you got it all
And you ain't got shit but a image to uphold
You niggas can't, do it like me
Mix that Baccarat with the Creed
Something bout me
Rhythm and Poetry
Is nobody noticing
Rap ain't what it used to be
Now we just got rhymes and percussion
In triple time with your cousin
Somebody tell me
I'm on the way like speed it up
I got that hunger ain't eat enough
I'm in the whip with the speakers up
Sound the alarm wake the sleepers up
Down
I just can't sleep so I get in my car and I drive
I'm on the 101 and I'm cruisin' by 105
Got the radio cranked and the rhythm is comin' alive
Got
speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you're
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