Lyrics:
a baller, and yo
To get out of here you walk the yellow brick road
By the way homeboy you got a murder rep
Pointed down at the house and my head just sat
I
of my Audi I don't smoke but she leaving an odor
Dropping shit every year best believe that I'ma blow up
Oh got the fuck up the house
None of this shit
to lunch
Let her eat up the di like her lunch
Show him I can take his bitch if I want
I want 100 racks on my wrist
Don't want another clock to punch
I got
Tell me where they at though huh
Native when I'm with that rock
Billionaire goal don't stop
Hate it when they talk that talk
Hit them up like Pac
actin' like they runnin' shit, they really ran through
I'll spend that five hundred 'fore I ever trap you
They thought I was gon' fall off, I hate
a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashing the rings (uh)
With the window cracked, holla back, money ain't a thang
Jigga, I don't like it if it don't
a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashing the rings (uh)
With the window cracked, holla back, money ain't a thang
Jigga, I don't like it if it don't
Shootouts in my hood, shit like Black Ops
Turn my momma house into a trapspot
Ay, trapspot, I got trapspots
Look, trapspot, I got trapspots
Look, Margiela
bitch
Crack her card if she offering then I kick her out like Martin did
They off that alcohol and molly, a hundred guns in our party
Put something hot in
I'll be under now
Bust my ass for that star power
Now everybody wanna come around
Tell me shit like if I dumb it down
I could have a number one by
the best
Blow the loud by the once
Niggas is sayin' they up next
Tell em I need it right now
Bitches get mad they get upset
When Tizzle is leaving house
Give
the best
Blow the loud by the once
Niggas is sayin' they up next
Tell em I need it right now
Bitches get mad they get upset
When Tizzle is leaving house
Give
Everybody know I'm the one, ain't no denying it
Nothing like your average you'd rather fry in a frying pit
I got screws loose something wrong with
was fine
In the end thankfully
No major injuries
I did get stung by a bee though
Faith Journey
Made an impact
Haven't really since
Done anything like
Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One
Rap critics politickin', wanna know the outcome
Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like 'Pac
The olden days seem to be the golden days
Dratzy, that's me
(DJ iFlow)
I'm just starting to realise I'm grown up
I'm also starting to realise
I
homie
My style like Mandela meets Monster Kody
Cop backwoods by the box bro, OG only
Drop 460 for a zip, need 2 to be cozy
I hate to stunt but look me up
Smokin yo mans en un backwood
En el banshee burn out con las cactu
I want 100 bands por un walk thru
La muerte de tu brother en un bastu
Smokin
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
I’m a southpaw hippie like jimi
Flipped it upside down, took the crown, put the crowds in a frenzy
Go 100 in the club like 50,
M-Illi-Tant
The Bad Lieuten-ant
One hundred X, Bahamadia
Minds and souls, like that
Fifth Dynast', my man ?, P.R. Star
My man Slick Looka
Check it out, one time
to feel like I'm going crazy
I can see the light of day, And I can hear your voice growing loudly
I have been chasing hundreds since day one
Ain't nobody
the club paid me back just to walk down
The sunrise beat me home I'm in the dog house
Like bitch, who you yelling at I must be in the wrong house
I know I
Nature, yup I'm Treacherous and less than this
Would be uncivil-ous, and like some syphilis I'm killin' this
Beat by Pharrell-y, yeah, yeah, really
Chad
It's a drover's road
High up where ravens fly
And soon I'll lose my way
And I won't know
It's a drover's road
From days so long gone by
When we
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