Lyrics:
My heart is beating out of my chest
My chest babe
And I’m getting chills
Just by how the conversation feels
I’m at my wits end
I done put my bid
like a M'fkn saddle
I swing down the block with the stick yeah it look like some magic
Young nigga ball like the magic
I swing on ya block wit that M'fkn
both ways on some Bi shit
I'ma get a bag by any means on some Kai shit
Up the switchy up on enemies
We ain't boxin
I just hit it then I dip
So do you
from the cops
In them sipping expensive soda
That's Champagne
Drinking that wit chicken wings and french fries
I used to sneak my older brother gun
Fucked on ya bih nigga yeah who told
Bitch ah nigga wanna smoke right in dis shit
Bitch ah nigga wanna smoke
Yeah pop out a dis, pop out on da shit
You pop
and cars, sex under the stars
With a supermodel chick in my arms
Marita, in a tight fa-vita
Yeah Javi want to meet ya
[Merciless]
Merciless need a nasty hoe,
secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go
let her know who the fuck she wit'
like any
of Ghana
Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana
[Chorus]
Now, who be writin rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight
[Tight] Peace
hit the club
But I was scrapin' by and I was high
Thought to myself I said what the fuck
I walked in with an evil grin proceeded walkin' over to the bar
"You wanna know why, I'll tell ya why
Cause they can't stand the
Site of the jungle, i
You wanna know why, I'll tell ya whywhywhy
They get petrified"
up in this
House could be on fire we wouldn't care
Silhouettes dance in the darkness defined by moonlight
Tomorrow we'll wake up still gone, still
the parkin' lot
Nonraks czan't stand Liquey
When I'm rockin' spots
No wonder
Why I get stalked a lot
I get hawked a lot
I get jocked a lot
By the gurlies
Who
would probably be hysterical
For 25 years she seen me be a miracle
Seen me come a long way just by being lyrical
Naw I ain't act religious but God know me
when somebody leave, Ima always be around
Cus it's bloodline Kings but the crown is all mental
Legacy, fueled by, everything we've been through
dress
Money coming by the load, get it, spend it, then repeat that
On God, I would die for anybody in the squad
(Dipset, Dipset, bitch)
Die for
(C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)
I can feel it, ya hater's don't like it
They see me at a show, them
My game's jumpin', we all had our days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin'
Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted
only
Got ya bitch bringing in the bands
Me and me only
Trap spot buggin', it's just me and me only
Same spot doin' numbers
It's just me and my homie
the fields, in the hills, never picked no cotton
It's the nigga wit that golden trigga
I'm seein' more planes in the sky at night
Look like UFO's, think they
on
through these storms
when its on its on we move strong
you know the rules
roll with fools who use two's no trianing
hit ya block no stop no aiming
This ain't a twinkle twinkle little star
But this may be the fattest track by far
And still the competition is, eager to listen
I keep shooting,
pack to ya spot like its DoorDash, I like to leave niggas right by the doormat, So if I get in a fight ion need you record that, “like crazo damn”
Have relations wit'em many places
Leavin' semen in they British faces
Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross
of the yellow tape
All it take is one call il have some
ni**** come kill ya from out of state
Surrounded by bosses everybody getting it its plenty food
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