Lyrics:
you fell out the blue
Lookin' gorgeous as ever
Finer than the weather in the months of July and June
Yo, word to my mother
I don't even do love songs
I
shit fuck with my head g twenty-three it sit right by the bed
So I'm not trying to fight spank yo ass with that lead and keep flashing that bitch till
for the Z
Corruption always follows
Ain't nobody being honest
From the teachers to the leaders
To the people up in office
They gon' see you how they see
slippers
I ain't tryin' to blick it
Ain't goin' outside today
I'm home alone with the blicky
If you DM my bitch
She probably smash yo BM with me
They say
Post by your house while you're not home
Ride around with real killers
Bitch, it's best to duck yo dome
Like I said, got mental health
Ain't got my
ain't gon' argue with you nigga, I just got a switch
I just got a Glock, I knock all my heads down, by like 10 o'clock
Phones beating bad, my head hurt,
them hoes it calling
I spent 2 much money on my clothes nigga ion doing no brawling
I grab a bitch by her throat ion do no stalling
Freaky ass bitch
Doing 80 on the interstate
Hit yo baby momma for a dinner plate
Like I need that vegan with the lemonade
Innovative all my niggas paid
By the hour not
tweakin at the show yeah
Nigga talk hella cap put one in his dome go!
Bitch I stay by my lone
Made it now I'm never never going broke
Huh switch
Do this for
my name, that's callin' the gang
Crazy when niggas would do for some fame
Bank account look like I'm in GTA
Hoes take a look then we married today
Baby
Qalqilya and in Gaza
We firing rockets, we firing rockets
Yo, now let me welcome everybody to the Wild West Bank
A place overrun by Israelian tanks
ball on these bitches like I'm Kareem
I'ma take yo shit, boy, yeah, I've been stalking me and the team
Yeah, you know we is locked in, serving
need me a big ass Glock
Man fuck yo, we steppin', ODC what the fuck I'm still repping, Nigga come and get sent Into heaven
Why the fuck Niggas telling?
Yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woah)
Yeah (woah-woah)
Yeah
Yeah (woah-woah)
Yeah
I don't what I should do
Should I wait for
run that shit by me
Fuck on your bitch, then I'm on to her bestie
And I keep that semi, so please do not test me
And I stay on my grind, all my niggas
Pole by my side I stay grippin' that chrome
In case Flocka's with knockas run up on my bro
If they do, then you know I gotta let it blow (Gra, gra,
You gon' need a lot, nigga
R.I.P. to 1-on-1s, I'm the one that you can't stop, nigga
And I might be the one you want, but that body you ain't caught
up, and come, get that load
These lil niggas steady be fakin
Til we slide, and got his lo
Walked him down, by the road
Caught him lackin', left him
Yo
MRB TY
Sorry to keep y'all waiting
But we back now
They say life is best in the moment, Seize it and own it
Gotta light then you better show it
going to hell, we like three, six mafia
I got a bad bitch, do you right, she gon' top ya
I'ma lean like posture, shoot his brains out
Ugh, it look like
in the trap, workin' out, I got a six-pack
Pack sold slow today, but still gon' get that bitch off
Remember I was broke as fuck, them niggas wouldn't
Yo, Sample kid, Play that shit
I don't think you ever really hear me
You just ask the same questions every week
How's your job
Are you having any
these bitches be tripping on me
Used to be they idol saw success and now they switching on me
Brainwashed by amature look at them minions flipping
Bars
Yo! Caty, what you gonna do?
Ripra...... one time, Obrigado in the building
Singsong
I know I shot a man
I know I killed them all
Two men down in my
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