Lyrics:
Feel like 21 cause I'm turning on my "Savage Mode"
D'Lo with the left hand
Feel like I gotta reload
Wait slow it down with it
Only crowd I go too
Is
too long, I got a tax ID.
Right ID, proper registration never thought I'd see.
Full coverage on my feet.
Hold up, slow it down and let me think about
She'd probably leave you standing with your hands out
Now they got they hands up
I'm the illest hands down
Now they got they hands out
Ricky Bobby they
as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin', my remote, sittin', in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit,
as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin', my remote, sittin', in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit,
She's blue under red lights,
Drowning in a dive bar.
She's framed in the window
With two of her friends.
Mixed drinks and pop songs
And bland
by my lonesome
Settle down, ease my mind, I pour another one
Yeah
Feelin' good I got some downtime
Kick it back I got some downtime
All I ever see is
(Going a hunnid, swear that I'm goin' a hunnid
Goin' a hunnid, swear that I'm goin' a hunnid
Excuse me man swear that I'm going a hunnid)
Uhahhh
Yeah
I'm gone, I'm gone
Ain't no goin' back on statements bitch I said it then I meant it
Fuck that bitch and she keep callin' ain't no comin' back
I can not leave you on your own, we made this child together
Nina in my pocket goin' down this rocky road
Runnin' out of options you the only one
later, goin' hard like we used to
On the dead homies
On the dead homies
I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
Our lil' homie Stunna
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
Cats be gettin' gone thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from
your goin' up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot
I think E Street and 5th
tearnin' em down
Yeah, hold up
Got it by my lonely, I'm not goin' out, but for my guys I'll be like Tony, wow
I'm three hunnid for my gang, pop a bean I
I'm somethin'
I hope you think that you're somethin' too
Scufflin', I been up that lomesone road
And I seen a lot of suns goin' down
Oh, but trust
lot of ass behind you (jam)
Got me sayin', "ooh keep goin' with your moves"
Candles by the bed, God damn this a movie
Stuffin' you with dick while my
down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
slow it down
What I'm sayin now
Face to face cut to the chase
I'm too tempted to run away
It's too easy, push away
I been movin with my movements
Every
of green, bitch lets fill a pint
Touchdown, one for the team, that's what they like to see
Kanye, slow down, drive slow
How you like me? I'm a dog what's
Time is going by, slow it down to find myself a breakthrough
Don't get hung up on mistakes you make, it's not a flawless play through
Stay true
Head up in the sky goin too fast
Always hearin' lies where the truth at?
I'm just tryna find what my use is
Feel like imma die with the music
I'm
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