Lyrics:
mans
I don't give a fuck I leave a fuck nigga right where he stand
Call up my Cuz he bringing the Glock he givin' it to me just like it's a chance
Ya
call sayin' he don't
Get you pistol whipped for some petty shit, your head be swole
Yeah, I hit yo' mans up
Six hunnid in hunnids, this shit there
I'm all the way, turnt up with my burner
Broad disrespect me and I pimp, pimp, pimp
Ike Turner came from the gutta
The corner with ma brother
I stood
know?
They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where they at
I'll stop 'em
know?
They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from
a product of TI and Boosie
And Jeezy and also Lil Will
And the Migos, the fourth one is here
Product of Hip-Hop I'm making it clear
I'm a product of jugging
than a group chat
Lil n*gga now come get yo sh*t back
I'm sipping on lean in the kickback
On promethazine b*tch I'm big slatt
Pour me up a deuce man
time
I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!
I'm
cappin', but Djimon be spitting
Produce the beat and fire will be written
Put my feet up, man I'm chillin' (Let's Go)
We keep that money on our mind
That
on the field I'll like to strike like Wayne (Wayne Rooney)
I know I got no heart I'm always home alone like Kevin
Same fucking shit where I get my ps
Man whoever
Louis, ooh
He fruity, stupid
Jury on, taking pictures with a groupie
I move smoothly into the club
Like what the fuck up
Bars getting bought by me and
I'm
bitch, I'm ballin
Chillin' in the lab, cookin' up what they orderin
I just..
Man, go get that bag, man, this shit become easy
Light lil' freestyle, just
bitch in here
If you see her point her out
Yeah, yup
You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hands up, hands up
Uh, pass that weed to a real nigga
Your girl is my biggest fan, windmill nigga
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, where my skateboard?
I jack
Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty
You're waking up thirsty, thirsty!
Man, they're thirsty, man!
Look!
Pulled up to the club like skirt, skirt
I'm
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
know he up the score board
Man lil ej man he going up and ain't nobody stoppin us
Yeah lil ej let me drive bus swerving
Left to right yes I'm going left
a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day, yeah
Hop up out that motherfucker
a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day, yeah
Hop up out that motherfucker
I might throw some bands in the sto
Told her arch her back, touch her toe
Wake up get a bag, then I'm gone
Wake up get a bag, then I'm gone
Za in by
of what you be clutching
I'm clutching the pole
Taro ain't keeping a bitch
Only hoe that I'm with be the bunnies that up in the snow
She said "Lil taro you
gang, and don't nobody try to get a name
Man ion neva have problems with none of these fucking lames
I jus roll a wood and flame it up na I'm dizzy
Come
already know man
Sb just gave me the .9 with the green beam
Just give me the green light
Letting niggas have it man
We pulling up anywhere wetting shit
vão ficar de stand-by
Uns querem ser Escobrar outros o Bruce Wayne
Beber codeina não te faz virar Lil Wayne
Aqui desse lado se vive o real veneno
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