Lyrics:
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
with (The Bucks) (Oooooowwhh)
Nigga, we can git it crackin', really I don't give a fuck
Call Scrap' and cherk Buck Like, "Let's go hit 'em up!"
From tha
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
you know we gotz to blow
That peace pipe, peace pipe...
[Lil Russ]
Stop tha greed as i proceed to blaze
And recollect my thoughts, 'cause we livin in
many do
I just might have to bring the heat
OUT THA BLUE
After gettin' yo ass kicced enough by this life
You suppose to elevate, move like feather-light
Remix,
We gotta lotta money,
Come on we didn't have to hurt em' like
Dis 50, well anyway, g-unit!
I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty what
take me
Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
I'm livin' now while I'm still hea
Fuck it when I'm gone
Long as tha homies pour the beer I know
On my daddy they just let a dog out tha cage
Momma look at tha man that your son done became
I'll never switch up on my Niggas just for aa lil bit
tha khudse
Abh dekh na paaon me khudko Teri aankho me kyun?
I don't wanna look into your eyes
You know I'll lose that fight
Can't let it happen twice
[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
This is a story
Of me
Being a sick ass mothafucka
As a youth
Shootin mothafuckas like you
And bitches like you
You all fall
[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
This is a story
Of me
Being a sick ass mothafucka
As a youth
Shootin mothafuckas like you
And bitches like you
You all fall
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
yeahh
Told lil bish don’t try fall in tha lové may not end well
Hard for me to earn mf trust
Daddy mad cause don’t gotta go work
Cause I work for my mf
that he's hidin' another child
Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale
So our babies like you can cope later
Give you some confidence to go
wit 80 years
Shit we livin in a cold world
Day by day tryna make it through
I run that check up on my own girl
& I be lyin tha to say on
Times I felt I
to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I
B.B.Q over A1
I gott sauce I gott juice
I got stay on
Future drip
Lil water on me drip
Strides don't come in inch
Haters come wit a stinch
Pocket fa
Santana bitch I’m
Cam off in that Rover
Whole thing wrapped round & it’s?
Right by tha motor double G, Gucci, Prince
& snakes all on my loafers
Bumbleclot
Off tha rip
Look
I gotta get back to them chips
Ain't trippin' up over no bitch
Nah
I'm pickin' bout four extra shifts
Up
I've come a long way from
with nothin
[Mr. Lil One]
Now never you know
where the hoe want to go
act up on the low
would it be wrong
would it bocome
put tom up in a pond
commit
My que yea I gotta go go I rock by myself Ima solo
Can't fuck wit you niggas y'all homos
I do for myself ion need nobody
I got my own mind ion gotta
and leavin her ass with nothin
[Mr. Lil One]
Now never you know
where the hoe want to go
act up on the low
would it be wrong
would it bocome
put tom up
spray ground
Tatted on me lay down
I be on tha block selling rocks by tha 8 pound
Cops try to stop a nigga
Scrapping till he go down
Leave em wit no
Tryin to bump that tryin to show em where ya heart at
Ima show ya where the thug at
You gotta live that, I gotta fake that
You a itty bitty rat gettin
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