Lyrics:
your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think
[Chorus: x2]
Sex, money, drugs, music
Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz...
to another ghetto
On Sante Fe playing the lotto
I used to want a champagne two door Tahoe
Until I seen that same truck shot by five-o
Dead with his eyes closed
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B
Ha hah, one two (one two, one two)
How we gonna do this?
What we have here
So don't get caught up in the mix
I, let you motherfuckers know quick, I'm Born II Die
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well if them niggaz
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
and a mix like Logic
I can rip a beat like Ekoh, got an Ill Mind like I'm Hopsin
Who is this kid, I've been on the rise like FUTURISTIC
I'm not joking I don't
sell joints by the 2's
Up all night til the shit get right
Ima whole mood finna make you move AYE
I'm bringing that vibe do what you like lets have
the right mori wa Xintima
Staliano in the north west a know Dealer
This a beat my my bigger nazee no Jay dealer
By the way we both jay dealers
The operation
on the beat so it's a banger)
'Cause I was gamblin' with my life, for sure
Ayy, ooh, I ain't never did nothing right before
Ooh, I ain't never lived this
I'm ballin' baby ("big ballin'")
Gridiron on the beat
Big house, big car
Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere, money everywhere
I'm ballin' man, I
moment, I had to try
We’re two people falling in love
It’s like we were sent from above
Our hearts beat as one, I know
We’re just at the start
We’re two
the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of
The doctor of the mix
cnd these reasons I'll tell you why
You see I'm six foot one
cnd I'm tons of fun
cnd I
the M-I-K-E, ooh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.p.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got
the M-I-K-E, ooh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.p.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got
personal
Sink mans boat like a submersible
OMW to the Heathrow Terminal
My trap star gilet reversible
Reversing this
Bars
Like spray dispersing this
Beat
I'm
flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O"
By the ???
Flippin' this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ki'
You best believe we rob yo spot
Why not? We
And that's why I'm spitting spit
Up on the beat
If this a Fresh Contest
You Number Two
If this a Fresh Contest
You Number Two
Don't skip the shower
Just
lil n*gga ain't pour me enough
Styrofoam, only thing that I trust
On the dome every day, shit becoming a must
All these drinks that I make and mix with
Party time
It's party time
Without a doubt I'm coming back and I would do it again
You can take away my beat and don't touch my pen
My name is
the country grammar, like I love a yellow hammer
Slowed up when I mix red drink, in a strawberry Fanta
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed
team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team
Verse 2
96 I heard track
2 dope boys in a cadalliac
By big boy and three stacks
They
to an end
Hook
Repeat (2x)
Okay I'm back like I never left
Slide to the right , let your left foot step
She a nice vibe come by side
Grab my hand
froze I'm 1 two O's trap spot two stoves pit bull blue nose
Nigga we counting these blue notes dice game ten four dice roll ice glow beat a nigga like
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
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