Lyrics:
[Tela]
I'm off this red-eye shit
Lost thinkers ain't seen shit
My bitch bowlegged and shit
Thick thighs with them hazel eyes
Smell the air, the night
Never did time but bitch I did eight years
How the fuck Shirley calling me bout my nigga
Say she pregnant and it's his but he my nigga
I had to clip his
by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot
Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like
(kill his ass)
Get thrown curves, and hit with your own words
Leave me alone bitch, I get on my own nerves
And if I don't got two balls and a middle
a Mac, a 9 and an 8 in the safe
Got the hex
The Lex and a camera by the place
Got a vest for my chest
And a drop for my bitch
I got lawyers, I'll kill you
Uh yeah
Benny, I see you, nigga huh
Uh uh
Let’s go
Yo, I could tell you all fake
Y’all ain’t move hard base
run through long cake
8 ball niggas
And out of nowhere you here this (Yeah)
How you supposed to act (Yeah)
Neptunes (Yeah)
Royce 5'9 (Yeah)
It's my year baby, uh (Uh)
[Royce da 5'9
stepped in
Tangmere house, year 8, what a fuckin' vibe
I miss them young days, no gunplay
More time, just a kitchen knife
Year 7 me and Bash shoulda
now since I put my balls to any water Trash hoarder style, mildly I’m caught up in the slaughta Fuck Judy and her fat booty, Call of Duty hooked me I
Six-eight, seven eight nine ten
I getta bag
I getta sack I get it coo oo oo
I get them bandz
I get the racks I get them blue oo oos
I get it quick
I get it
a 8? (Ay that was the 8th bar)
I got 7 more bars to
Show these rappers I'm great
I mean I took over the
Game at an immaculate pace
You see all these
Thought if 1 ball we all shine
Wen the smoke clear you all mine
Yea never disappear switch the gears better days this year
Tunnel vision you have no
tryna ball by the alley
Pass the rock pushing that dope
Respect niggas that live by the code
In the way if you ain't getting dough
You gone stand or is
competition
You ain't gone find it, I'm the coldest that they rhyme with
(Screamin' What Is Love?)
Started off at 7, 8 years passed I perfect timed it
Osama
competition
You ain't gone find it, I'm the coldest that they rhyme with
(Screamin' What Is Love?)
Started off at 7, 8 years passed I perfect timed it
Osama
like that bitch 9
Kept her by my side all the
Time when I flip mine
6 months later and the spark was gone
Beef was sticky and her heart
Wasn't half
Niggaz out there makin' that dolla'
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from tha 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
a fuckin' sandwich
Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force
Donald Trump Impression
a dead ass nigga
So you know I got to ball and stay high
Stay crunk full of (?) till I die
Flip the script on a bitch when I click in my ride
Mo money
And I don't just mean Rhymesayers, my son's grandmother quit freebasin'
Desiree got eight years straight, now that right there cause for celebration
Ah,
she had your kids
Rolling up some indica the background noise is Peppa Pig
Half past 7, whole time supposed to be up at 6
8:30 roll around, she come up
Monday morning
7:45 AM
Listen
It was a special date for young Johnny Gate
Starting his eighth grade year in a different state
His momma yelled from
I'm 7:30 whipping in a 10 to 8
I'll be there in a minute bitch you finna wait
Lil' Debbie nigga, yeah we getting cake
Drunk driver whipping
an 8-ball, ready to brawl
All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage
Come in your state, bust down your gate
Throw spit like a tre'-8, Ghostface
Live
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