Lyrics:
I'mma do it, get it by any means
Serving food for the thought like it's rock to the fiends
I said this shit for years boy, this life ain't what it seems
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
Yo I'm rich, black the 6, the Lac
The Phantom, the strap, stay on my lap
I'm a hustler, ganja puffer, iron tucker
I get ripped in the afternoon
pins blow up where yo crew live
I been living lavishly
On the low
While I'm taking long laps with Lucy
I kinda been feeling so stupid
But yeah nigga
like a jockey it make my face twist
She got the whole world
On her backside she like to ride with the top down, live a fast life
And when she get it, she
Only got one life to live
So take off that how you feel
I'm real that just how I live
If you don't pay up then some got To give
My nigga he
to the street (blah)
She call me Young Beckham, 'cause a nigga go deep (yeah)
I live by the beat, I'ma kill what I eat (ayy)
If you a real bitch, light it up
knew it all was the same teenager in n out of
Juvenile hall, I remember being chased by the cops replaced my lunch money with a
Sack in my sock, I
knew it all was the same teenager in n out of
Juvenile hall, I remember being chased by the cops replaced my lunch money with a
Sack in my sock, I
Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Know if they ain't on top then they gon talk
Ooh
Oooh
Been up, been down, yeah it's like that
Go for miles, but I treat it
wet like a faucet, I ain't even tap
I won bitch this is just my fuckin Victory lap
Coming full circle like the hands on a Clock
You live on borrowed
like a track
I'm surpassing these niggas by a hunnid laps
That girl a frisbee, know she coming back
She left me for you now she running back
She hustle
lap
I do this shit everyday like a job
Leave u dead in the streets like a cop
Flow so hot, lotta drip get a mop
King of the hills, that's me on top
live on the track
Got my baby in the whip, she could ride on my lap
Put that one finger up mommy, guzzle some more
Tell them the only issues you got is
stress got me losing my hair too
Lets release, get live on the track
Got my baby in the whip, she could ride on my lap
Put that one finger up mommy, guzzle
sufferin' from cancer
Feel like Tony did it but he don't really know the answer
So he gone let it burn until he get confirmed
Couple months fly by, Tony
and dollars
Rag top dropping bottles
Strap on the lap we mobbin'
Anything move we robbin
Try me
I be ready for the doorway
Third degree
Some how don'y
side
6life 6life
Three three
South side
Live life live life
Baby on
6 side
6 means be yourself
Why be concerned by opinions
Your life begins with
Look
I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Straight up
Look, I live the life I deserve, blessed
Fuck a vacay, I feel
Up on life deluxe
Track 6
Yea i paved my way
See me at the top
Watch me go and circumnavigate
Laps around your hustle
On the double
Never no debate
leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
fiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shake
what i strive for is what i live for
infatuated by material things,
the top laid back
Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap
I'll adapt
To any and all situations
Thats why the call me the pimp of the nation
Hey b****
Shoe lace tied I just beat ya by a lap
Ruff Chris dine got a t bone with some mash
All my guys lactose we can't be around you rats
Get the car ds
like I'm livin in the lap of luxury
But I can't function, bee
I need hot water and heat to take a bath
My high-top fade trimmed, so I don't look like
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