Lyrics:
And I'll be sittin at the top
While you takin all your rate out state
In 8-5-0s I, be sippin Moey in the sky
On the way to the Bahamas in silk pajamas, with
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
tomb
Let's presume I know a little to nothing about you
But assume that I'm tearing it up so why not
Consume by the fire them fumes
Leave you choking
on his way
Don't even waste your time
And worry how he handle thangz
(That ain't right) baby hear me when I say
A playa feelin' good today (you know
a legacy you wanna honor
You hopped off your ass time to call order
The same you cat you called
Little all got taller
Its time to up the letters of the grind
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
Shawty got drip
Like Gladys ‘n the Pips. (Oh)
This XD in my dip,
I ain’t fighting with shit. (Oh, oh)
Ride around 5%,
I can’t ride in a fish. (Oooh)
Five years gone
No one knows
All remember
I have longed
Long ago
We felt your embers
Haven't changed your mind
After all this time
Begging for just
Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V, Ctrl+Alt+Delete ya
Jerome gets suspended before Brandon by the teacher
And the leeches in the bleachers trynna teach me how to ball
Wouldn't
how to feel
I wanted what they had back in the fourth grade
Family vacas, you know I did it all
Just to see my little sis by a waterfall
My great
got a gift for you
It’s a little .22
And I hope it travels through
Through your fucking brain
So that you could too
Go insane
So finally you would be
did your other five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to shoot
Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a 22
Pussy gotta keep a gun on his
grieving
Your meal is made and it's time to chill
You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill
Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get
a rider
I got a shooter and I got a driver
They want that heat, I'm the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio
Niggas know the vibe, that's
Plane flew in at 5
Hit the club at 9
The dance floor has no room
You and I lock eyes
Dancing side by side
I know that we can feel the mood
That body
here all the way
Nine to five, baby
You just sweat, baby
That's the way I like to do it
Run you all over with some hot oil
And just watch your body
here all the way
Nine to five, baby
You just sweat, baby
That's the way I like to do it
Run you all over with some hot oil
And just watch your body
here all the way
Nine to five, baby
You just sweat, baby
That's the way I like to do it
Run you all over with some hot oil
And just watch your body
old became an asshole
Testosterone tearing through m, my anxiety
Little fat kid looked at weird by everybody
I just wanna glow up and get my dick
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
your brother gangsta Dresta
Open up the door so I can flow and let 'em know
That me and BG Knocc is good to go to make the dough
That's my little
now I got dough don’t like me (uh uh)
Had ascots in the 90’s
I just spent 5 bills on the white tees
Spend another 5 on wifey (uhhh)
Michelin star by
smart, I'm impressed by your remarks
Just remember, don't ever let them tell you who you are
But Ashli got something on her mind
She's Little Miss Boy
The recruitment girl she ask me what I'm thinking of,
I said I don't know but it's got to be part time,
For get start at nine and finish at half five
Here's
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