Lyrics:
with a cane
Romani on it how you stealing my name
Smoking yo pack I got Slump in my veins
And you tried to come to
NY but you ain't gang
And you can't be
pussy smell like potpourri
By my side where you pose to be
Swear that pussy got control of me
Fuck nigga ain't no hoe in me
Hit cha block leave a hole in
ballers listen to me like Labron spoke/ when niggas asked for cane i gave em hard dope/
Fire given over instrumental breaks/ reminds me of the tension I'm
know she gon' flop
Young money, now her bed finna rock
Boy you ran from the Gwop, runnin' bands, I ain't never gon' stop
I don't care if you hate it
bands, yeah I want them bands fr
All I think about is money ain't nothing you can do to change that
If ya dude try to run up he can get his fucking chain
that know me long
And you should know I'mma die with my Rolley on
I ain't no punk, I ain't no chump, I ain't no whimp
Ain't got no cane, ain't got no
I’m up now
Next and wrist bust down
Bitch I’m fresh to death I need a medical check up now
I’m in the front now ain’t no more runner ups now
Wasn’t
on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy
other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all
This a treasure hunt
Cookie no milk
He be shaking dat ass
Candy cane pole
That's a lot of cash
Elves sweep up
They be making them racks
Santa toss
You catch them out in public they a whole contradiction
I'm trying to run them bands up Anyway that I can get them
All my niggas demons
So No I ain't
zippers ain’t no pockets what the fuck it mean
Like what the fuck it mean
I’m like baby is you shittin me
I got my bands up you nigga ain’t as lit as me
I
Cause lil' nigga hand outs ain't the answer
And I ain't tryna preach like a pastor Better go chase them bands by yourself
You gon' get that shit faster
a profit
I touched my first bands when I first got to college
Now a ball like James taking off like a rocket
That road to the riches no breaks I ain’t
Hit that shit Z (Dj)
I ain't even gotta look at price tags no more
When I walk in I get it poppin'
Audemar is what I'm rockin' my chick from Boston
Margiella my sneakers
No roof on the beamer
I'm murdering beats yea
Im jacking the reaper
Im ducking the features
These niggas can't keep up
Run
They all ain't your bro
They all ain't your bro
Coolerbeats
Straight from the block
Family first is what they taught us
Nowadays blood barely
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
Break in my crib
I aint treating you like brother man
Cometheziene spilled in the limousine
And I'm Smoking gas
And its
other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all
Motivated by the pain
Ain't no other wayyyyy
Smoking Up on the dank
Cigarette like a train
Heart grown numb just like nova-cane
All Part
Motivated by the pain
Ain't no other wayyyyy
Smoking Up on the dank
Cigarette like a train
Heart grown numb just like nova-cane
All Part
the club
Going in
Fuck them haters y'all
And can nobody
Outshine
My whole team dawg
Bottle after bottle
Bands poppin off
And it ain't nothing
Really
(Look)
They see me winning, I'm the shit, ain't no competition
A lethal shooter, call me Curry, bitch I barely miss it
And fuck these niggas, fuck
negativity trippin wit me you runnin fo yo life
Cause you ran yo mouth (MOUTH)
CHORUS:
[We can sang or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether
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