Lyrics:
Jeans by Amiri on when I'm rocking Republic (designer)
My niggas rockin' in public, they'll knock you down in the public (they will)
Keith just put them
as lavender
Remember the nurse had to empty my catheter, we was 4 deep pulling up in bro Challenger
I like to eat my b*tch p*ssy on camera, I got her geeking,
Hey, hey
Wikid say you're wearing shit, these rappers save to by for they videos
Look at my IG, no stylist, real definition of Mr. Put-It-On
I'm
B.D.P
My 9-meter go da-da-da-da-dang-hey hey
Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
You got guns, I got guns
Meet me at the corner store
A loaded 9 about to clip another innocent, "R.I.P."
No guarantee that any peace will put an end to this shit
Our mindsets are being jeopardized by
protection by the sixth
cwed by the P.O.G I fell for the unspoken rizz
So they ask me why I'm a mad hatter, new yolk changed me no knicks
Just tryna be a star
Hey, dear Doctor, please, heal me!
Hey, dear Doctor, you should kill me!
Cause I hate everyone from nine until five
In these moments, you know, I
ass by the hair and drug her out the window
Pushed out the car while I fired up the Indo
So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin
I'll be
make that move
So whys the house empty
Lights off by the end of this week
I leave with what I came with baby
I take the dogs you keep the Mercedes
Cause
like, you rollin' in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you
The pigs be pulling you over cause you
Be black and you be sittin' on triple gold
Like
like, you rollin' in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you
The pigs be pulling you over cause you
Be black and you be sittin' on triple gold
Like
like, you rollin' in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you
The pigs be pulling you over cause you
Be black and you be sittin' on triple gold
Like
like, you rollin' in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you
The pigs be pulling you over cause you
Be black and you be sittin' on triple gold
Like
like, you rollin' in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you
The pigs be pulling you over cause you
Be black and you be sittin' on triple gold
Like
cherry, mane
Gangsta Memphis, kill or be killed, so it's ready aim fire
Nig gon die, bullets gon fly, momma gon cry
Nig gon try, empty that clip yo head
Hey, oh
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around
nothing left under my chest
The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock
Driving by the cops
Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch
Everything a hustle when
day now
So I'll be
Flipping over pennies when it's tails up
You and I could use a little bit of dumb luck
Glass half empty fill my own cup
I'm sad but
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
and burn
That's how it's supposed to be
So don't rain on my parade
Life's too short to waste one day
I'm gonna risk it all, the freedom to fall
Yes,
we'll be fuckin' you up
And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by
With that punk shit, bitch, biddity bye bye
I fuck a bitch up faster
This one goes out to my niggas
'Cause we be havin to deal with these punk ass bitches
Check this out
Hey bitch you remember me
It's mista DJ
Hey wassup how you be
Hello uhn how you be
The world in the palm of my hand
But it's really not
Really not good as it seems
I been stressing for
my guns is crippin 'cause, P.B.D. posse/ I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep...
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