Lyrics:
Grip this big bitch hit the whip pick yo friends up (ayy)
Hearing voices since a youngin’ but ain’t said nothing
Feel like my people 50/50 still stay
wanna date me and show me they breasts
Said she wanna talk on WhatsApp, ho what's that?
I ain't got time for it bitch cause I slept
Boy u better watch for
and will help you recoil
Almost face eviction notice had my life in turmoil
Didn't have a lot just a hallow life
Better scheme a plot or it all goes by
Had
got is a jail record
I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot
The only picture you got is his mug shot
I'm on a label with well-known singers
T-Rizzle gang bitch, T-Rizzle gang bitch, T-Rizzle gang bitch
Spin the block on a fat bitch with my top missin' Lotta Glocks, lot of chopsticks,
the mix
Makin my propers, gettin paid, stackin a grip
From 20's to bitches, from haps to hoes
On the corner pushin boulders, livin way too bold
My bank roll
Jefe
We gon' hit him thirty times
With so much drama in the D dot-C
It's kinda hard bein' that
Nigga named Big Glizzy
Yeah, I'm just tryna sell some
making them strong
Never get a break, I'm up real late
All year long till Christmas Day
Forced by the Fat Man, chugging a beer can
Ask for a rest, he goes
It must be where the goodie-goodies live
Thinkin' that they too good to
Give candy to little kids
I'm not little or a child by any means
But I brought
Hey, I've missed you
I've been thinking about you... alot
Goodness gracious man, we out here
Thinking about
Say word
Touching you
The kid came in
from a model ho She talk less but she swallow more
Bad-ass, lil' mulatto ho Work her out leave her body sore
Pillsbury got a lot of dough Uh and I done
bread
Notorious Hoss call me Big Papa
Swayze ho the finesse king
I really rock it like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas some dope fiends
Hair and blow I got a dope
a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said, "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' 50
I got love for
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I`ve tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I`m trippin on
And O.E. bitch
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin' on
And O.E. bitch
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on
And O.E. bitch
bicycle and me.
Some Saturdays at six a.m. I get up
With Bill and Flo
In the parking lot of Ho Jo's west of town
We ride light bikes that cost big
her a ho, called her a bitch
And then got set up by a thot, they robbed the Rollie off his wrist
They even shot him in his shit, my mama said, "That's
game plan was not to get knocked by 5-0
But who am i
Just a young nigga caught in the mix
And if this weed dont sell i'm'a cop me a brick
Sellin dope,
wit no socks
Parking space killer stay out my lot
You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name
I take it out your ass and charge it to the game
me juego vago, dolo kilo)
What? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, wrist, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Uno, I killed it)
CELINE by my face, ain't seeing no evil
Do my own
[Verse 1]
I gotta little bit a jack and a whole lot of herb
a pretty little chick with a whole lot of nerve
I'm far from the curb, no I'm not
the club like
[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad
there feeding off of me Like I'm the definition of demonology
I'm just honestly dead inside come jump in my ride
Come get lost with me there's lots to see
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