Lyrics:
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
a plan ima stick to it if not
Than I guess it's back in the mix with it
See In them streets you gotta go hard
Or they gone start plotting on taking you off
crunch
See me in the four by four I got the pedal punched
Run it back
Send me the Zelle I'm bout to level up
What
I take flights it's easy
I'm in first
See it was the assassination of MLK JFK FRED HAMPTON MALCOM X WE AINT START MURDER EACH OTHER 60s early 70d when all our leaders was killed that’s
on a motorbike
That bitch said you couldn't poke her right
So she lay the poker face, like it's poker night
I came turnt down
Loud, got my head spinning like
how i move
Bang
I just hit a lick
For bout 45 bricks
When we pulled up wit the sticks
Opps had to call it quits
Wasnt really wit the shits
Leave that
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
since you wanna be in the mix
Turn yo brains to bird shit leave it right on the fence
Im the truth no fable I keep the cane so im Abel
To put a hole in
that's how it goes and none of my dogs legit
I'm still tryna buy these poles for the low, man, I'm bargainin'
I ain't a pharmacist, I mix rebase with
focused right
Controller see I gotta mix this right
And then I'll find out if the uuns is tight
I said, easy, easy, baby please me
Like when she's mad
bitch back in high school was givin' me her scrunchie
762, leave his face ugly
Ill pull that stick out like niggas said somethin
This shit the Second
couldn't make it.
The number's even, now I'm leavin'.
We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But
Feel like something ain't right it got me feeling strange
I walk out that house and I'm ready to break the bank
Your building get hit with that tank, it
get it gone
Okay yeah let's put that in motion
I be right back just like I owe you something
Pass the mix and I'll get it goin
Pass the stick we'll get
call my crib the woods cuz I got the sticks in it
Know the work gon come out right cuz ima put my wrist in it
Put the flash ona nigga not gon take
at what you own
Said we're free to live and love again
Tell your mum, or your sister, brother
Friend
This can be solved, just find it in your soul
Come get
Molly in my cup mix it with the codeine
She Wanna' be my wifey but the bitch for the team
Get my check right serving dimes to the fiends
Bad bitch
to jumping out the gym like Fred Lavender
I could not co-op
I hate a cop
She said I thought you love me told that hoe I play a lot
You a small fry tatertot
50
Hit or miss
Drunk in love with my drac and my stick
Slut her out then I do it agian
You Must be drunk if you tryna come spin
Look
This is a club
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
top, ayy)
'64 side to side, it bounce, ribbit (ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ayy)
Rapping shit we live, we been did it (been, been, ayy)
Mix and match my
girl
Good kid, mAAd city, watch my day unfurl
I put my life in these sentences
Fucking right
It's either that or life sentences
I'm relatives with
favorite color
Blue and it's green
I mix this shit together so we get a million
Nigga make me mad I turn to a villain
Yeah I'ma up the stick nigga I'm gon'
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