Lyrics:
the dirt like he's got not mum
Man was up sup for a fortnite, had man setting up traps in my one by one
Really trynna make this P that's why you won't catch
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My
the team got it
Oh my God, got it? No no no, not her, why?
Fuck, please tell me this is not his damn girl
What you talkin' 'bout? Nah, L this is not
he's on the line
He say he'll hold, he's doing fine
On the other side from me
In his clinic in Paris
He always said he could sense
Twenty marks
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
tackle him hard
And then they aim for his head
I found him running
I said, hot Bob, he just says you're dead
I don't get it
I ask my friend, she doesn't
slippin attention MOB is in the building they dont get it i got no more
feeling i dont know this nigga put a hole up in em you aint really with it nigga
to the
Looking at the media they say I got a baby
On the way by Nicki I'm
Thinking the media crazy
Young nigga getting to the money
Dreams Worth More Than Money it
she push me
I keep her on knees beggin'
On her knees, Megan
Niggas say he preaching
Since Sixteen, I ain't seen reverend
He told me that I got demons
he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
we talkin' business
I don't need her out here filmin' niggas
I'd really rather have her steal from niggas
I really travel like a pilgrim, nigga
Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king
a little bit of dignity
I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino
An 83 year old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
Without throwin'
said she dumped her nigga said that nigga really cried
Meanwhile I got head from her the whole time he thought she a vibe
Same night got on Instagram
the hooptie when I could be in a Camry
Don't say the bar is hella sweet like some candy
Cause honestly your honesty could really come in handy
I got the data
shit
And my nigga got to gym rat bag with hall of fame deadeye just know that he don't miss
I ain't really turned till get a few buss down Rolex, few
stupid
Bulletproof vest, yeah, I'm suited
He fall in love like he got shot by Cupid
I fuck his bitch, then I'm runnin' right through her
He callin' back
tomorrow
Took it too far too out of control
You're a superstar you're ego can't be told no
Who's in charge does it have a hold
Doesn't know he's 'boutta blow
(Uh huh)
She got friends, I might hit on her friends
Talk all that shit we're not making amends
Wait, hold up pipe down lil nigga it's the who's who
Blu
the shit that I done, niggas better pay homage
Dumb-ass nigga thought he was gon' link with a ho
And his ass got cooked, no sausage
I really was shooting
(J-j-j-jester made this)
Ay (DT5 on the beat)
Yo
Bro hit him, missed that, now he's overshook (scared, scared)
Got his older shook (haha)
They
got wet, I'm vexed really
They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas actin' illy? Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it
I feel it,
how ya' doin'?"
He heard that his brother got hit by the same bitch he was fuckin' in school and
They haven't talked in a while, his mind really blown,
of the giant
Tell me this then
What happened to the cars flying, Tesla bro
Is there really intelligent life on Mars, extra terrestrial
Do people get abducted by
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