Lyrics:
me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and them spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm getting paranoid
screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and them spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm getting paranoid
to the west
Coast
You show
Me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough,
Here's somethin' to
Toast to
While we up in the club
Nobody do it like
I'm comin' down candy
I'm leanin' on the switch
I'm hangin' out the window, cup of barre
I see a bitch ho, money is no object but you
Think that it's
I just might go hard today
Drop a couple bars out the safe
Really I'm the shit put the chip in Frito lay
We be dodging cops make it pop like anime
"You may think you're a sly old fox, you're gonna leave here
In a long pine box if you don't leave that money alone"
Just about then the lights went
the fuck were you? Wanna
Come by when my money long
Finessin' off some elbows
I done hit my funny bone
The keys inside of the Trackhawk
Pressin' buttons like
Burning down yo Asylum
Chains all over my friends
Chains all over my
Why can't we get a taste of freedom
Grab you by the hand and leave this very evening
shit to me
Here's a little tip from me: you should probably quit the team
All you niggas talk about is spending money, sipping lean
How your drip is
we keep on blazing, so
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit, right over here
Hey my homie won't you pass that shit. Pass that shit,
on tetris fam, who you tryna Rob
You don't wanna war or clash my clan cus we will take over your spot like the game is ours
But I'm back again from moving
in Jet Life we trust
Stay away from them lames, they look the same but them niggas ain't us
Put my hustle down got my money up
All them bitches come
with a stem a thousand-one grand
I left in a Rari came back in a Lamb
I'm truly excited
My niggas get money (I'm that nigga)
Stash in the walls all one
driving very fancy cars like Acuras and all that fun stuff
But I just remembered like you really do owe me some money
Remember when we was like like in 4th
the mahfucking truth
I'm a monster truck rolling over your Coupe
Let's go!
While you was arguing who was getting the top of the bunk
I was arguing about who
Always getting what we want, we ain't never wishing
Shoot for the stars, with these bars, we ain't never missing
Me and all my niggas, we just on a mission
And we won't have to worry bout people ripping us off
Cause in general, we'll be getting what we need
And there won't be nobody hoarding no money
Cause
Getting pretty close I'm not far
We can go star to star
And bar for bar
It'll be an awful loss
Like a Smart car getting chewed up
By a monster car
If you
I'll be here getting on with my life
Tears on the ground, tears on my pillow
You won't bring me down, I'll get over you
Rain at my window
The pain
Nobody gonna help nobody out here shut up
With the dope money I refuse to have no money
In the trap but they say no place for me
Everything bout
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
us anywhere music making you wind up
Intertwined with
Stories we got behind us
Never mind it
Like solitary confinement
Isolation iss all cool on my
it
So I feed 'em raw bars but
I try to oxycoat it in some shit that ought
Be spoken truth glaze, if you will
Like, why we loving the culture
But not
tryna flirt
Cause, she know what a nigga worth (Now)
But no time for the birds
We, getting money over here
See, a young put in work (Now)
When that thang
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