Lyrics:
relate homes, I'm on the fucking streets
Believe it or not, I'm sure there be calmer situations
When dirty cops approach me joe, I'm on probation
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
like a tiktoker
They say imma put joe on like baca-lava
These haters on my back look like walkers, all talkers
Eyes blue no badge, but they remind me
Yuh murder murder murder murder
Woah live learner bridge burner
What?
Inverter rim churner
Yuh big headed Tim Turner
Niggas be faking depression
wee
Money blue green hey Luigi
Nigga say he want beef see me
Well I want blood in my steak
Need money today
N yesterday
Heavy metal with my guitar
Mmh uh
Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
bitch and love singing to the blues
What If this song wasn't made for you?
Im comin', I'm Comin' For you x2
Fuck So good make a bitch wanna fight me
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
helping
Guide the barefoot and the po' man
Guide the blue blood, all the humans
I lift my eyes up to the hills man
These fields and hills, Lord, all need
Lil short, thick bitch giving hella brain
Joe Exotic, bitch, ain't a cat I can't tame
Like Mark said "you get no info"
Fuck a sweet girl, lil bitch I
In his faded blue jeans and Van Halen shirt
His mullet sprayed in place he came here to flirt
Karaoke at Joe's is his Tuesday flair
When big Don
I need pros when I move
Big rolls of them glue
Flow bomb bout to blow like a Flute
Chose
Life ain't no game
This ain't bop it
Twist it
Pull it
I
albums is mid
Made the fifth album, Snoopy WRLD Diss
Good concept, but you still missed
Old songs, you like to reminisce
Claim they bad, but you suck since
Blue-Blues to Saigon, to Joe Budden and Southern Flows
Don't matter what I'm sold, the streets saying that I'm cold
Down here the music slowed, po' a fo' in
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2.
Ol' head said reality is fake an' fake's the new real
Nuttin' but
Mmmmmmm, I cross him up Ty Lawson (Yuh)
Perc give me powers like Austin
34 P’s break em down Joe Johnson
Surrounded by money like i’m on Shark Tank
someone else called home
Big Joe Crutchfield put his wife on the ground
It was no mistake, so I took that call, I've worn all shade of blue & 1 thing I hold
know that life backwards is the devil
Mark zuckerberg hes like the devil
I have a big bezel thanks apple you are the devil
The bucephelus bouncing ball
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