Lyrics:
Oo la la
Mercy moku
Just keep walkin' by
I don't think I know you
Tryna' figure out why
You do what you doin'
Fuckin with my Oo la la
So just keep it
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
We on the run with the golden guns, get
mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth
Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this
Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this
with your hand in my hand
Z-E-U-S girl forever we’ll stand
I never go ghost but you still my boo
We chilling we do what we do
When I’m with you I’ll
(yeah)
Okay, okay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay (woo)
Okay, okay, yeah, um
Snowflakes keep fallin' on my expired debit cards
Don't know why I'm
dome, If you want smoke like, Brrtt Bahh
I'm sick and tired of violence I been secluded on a island
Vibin' by my lonesome I been hiding
Cause I move low
dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
Oh you know how it go, I'm the n****, she the hoe
She told me some mo', I shut my Cadillac do'
My hands
to say good by but so long
So long
Make a Move my visions, emissions
Crosshairs between my eyes
Perceptions misguided
No where to run and hide
So you
dead
When you're stuck up your head
And your girls in another man's bed
Causes me pain
I turn it to art
Fuck it ready to flex on my ex
Not right now
owe something
My soul ain't never sold for one number
No wonder
These dumb mfckaz
Know nothing of blood hunger
'Til I bite your hands off
Cuz you damn
thought he would know
Big pack of that loud I smoke so good I smoke that O
Gotta keep that shit on me cause they wanna take my glow
These hos think they
think I’ll be flowing
But these words be raining down in my mind, so all these stories
Is what I tell you in my rhymes, on these beats that I made, homie
Margaritas tasted sooooo good
I lost track of how many I had
But the next day my liver reminded me
When you and your friend rode up
On your Harley's I wet
My
Know my career gone keep going I ignite this (shine)
I gotta wake up feeling headstrong
Light be shining on me so you know I'm never dead wrong
Target
There's a bullet in my ass, ah"
Ted kennedy, good senator, but a bad date
You know what I'm saying, folks? One of those guys who gets home
At four
of the paramedics
Because it's brothers like him all around here
Ain't nowhere to go so you gotta stay down here
Cause if it ain't another brother shot dead
It's
The grand vieser born with the stripes,like a sand tiger
Steph curry taking bulls by the horns till i'm dog tired
Tell the umpire suck me off, my bronchal
make it through the dawn
Why couldn't we be something strong
Got an upper hand baby but you still drive me lucid
Grabbed me by my heart smashing me oh
keep it nasty like JaronOnTheBeat yeah
All my boys on creep
We twelve deep up in the jeep
None of us have a new piece
Straight out the mud blood run off
keep it nasty like JaronOnTheBeat yeah
All my boys on creep
We twelve deep up in the jeep
None of us have a new piece
Straight out the mud blood run off
on you
So you pop fizz, what a relief, beef stroke it up
My man, got your thing, in your hand, say, "I, I think I can!"
Damn this never happened
Gettin' paid up in pace
Twenty-Fo' by the hour
Keep my pockets on stroll
And you know that I'm rollin
I can never be no faker
'cause my game is to go just
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