Lyrics:
at Chili's
Dark heart like OG Bobby Johnson
Precise in every manner we're hits like Charles Bronson
When I'm on the hunt you get to playin' possum
You fuck
All my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house
When I can buy it and write it off?
Make it my Florida home for the summer
'Round winter time
(fucked) up what happened to Magic Johnson
But anyway, you know the resume
Time to drop the Girbauds and parlay, HEY
I rock the world over big botty girls
like "pay up"
It's no surprise when White
Folks is moving in
Cause they got the money and
Time to pursue the trends
Same trends be end of us pure
Mom
underneath
the high window that backs out of MATTHIAS' house, the revolutionary HQ.
BORING PROPHET
And there shall in that time be rumours of things going
the Glock can't solve
This a hit it circulate it revolves back around till all you niggas fall
Team in motion no we never gone stall
Walking tall two by four
brothers
One day imma see y’all
Tiktoking
We steppin
The only real house imma
Always have respect for
Bryce
Josh
Blake
Anythony
And ofc Jaden hossler
Ride in
on a mission, homie
See the vision, me and my division finna make it out
Now let me travel in time to 2011
And pass the mic' to my homie all alone in his house
drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the ride
drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the ride
of counting down the days
I'm counting up in case
Y'all think the hours in day. And time I allocate
To rap is a fucking waste
They say 10,000 hours will make
sound? Yeah)
That's me sneaking in your house with the choppa (brrt)
I'ma put that bitch in your mouth (doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Good morning (wha?) My
Gangsta in sandals, beat by Lexx Samplez
Yea, Eva told me be patient, I can't, I'm anxious
Fuck that talkin', let's get crackin'
Forty-five, head smackin',
I gotta say what's up to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry
And Kelly too out in San Fransisco
Lisa Johnson in Austin, Tonto, Jimmy Carl Black, M
Ah,
I gotta say what's up to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry
And Kelly too out in San Fransisco
Lisa Johnson in Austin, Toronto, Jimmy Carl Black
Ah,
knew it all the time
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, God, danger)
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, G-God)
(When the East is in
knew it all the time
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, God, danger)
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, G-God)
(When the East is in
peace in my house
So I never forget where I came from
Son of a bullet my family from the same gun
And my name is the pistols hole
Charles Hamilton, this
(Hey, you only wrote this for the money, didn't you?)
Connie Johnson got a farm in Wisconsin
And a diesel in the drive and her air horn's honking
gettin' fatter, bruh
Pull up in a Maxima
Turned up to the maximum
We in here layin' tracks again
This here was designed
And it wasn't by no accident
Like
got time for this fuck Niggas
Bitch I'm on another route
We got sticks in the house
Yeah we got bricks in the couch
You can't really tell a nigga
Dang it feel good
Them boys sayin’ they ain’t scared
Then what you need that gat for
You livin’ it by that gun
You goin’ die like Al Pacino
You Scarface
a robbery, this a murder
Woke the whole house i don't go to funerals
But lean be gettin' poured out
Group home in Lake Charles, turn
Up, turn up, wait, pause
ding dong, there goes the bell
I opened up the door and oh, what the hell
it was a buncha niggas standin' by my door
I said come in, but respect my floor
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