Lyrics:
rather wait
If I give you my emotion, first day, fuck you gon' chase?
I'm a pimp by nature, baby, in and out the state
So I play games, lead you on ad
the drill.
Get the money first, you know the drill.
Women come and go, you know the drill.
Independent nigga, fuck a deal.
Since day 1 I been making
showing my pipe
Til I up it and spray
Yea
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
I'm getting it in
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
Trap
We do it to win
I did this shit by myself
every 5 days
I sent my girl on a spa day, 'cause Hood just came with them chickens
I don't want you in the house bae
Plus we need the kitchen, Lord, trap
a week of sleeping in til five
Working strange hours
Thank God, He's providing
Put the phone down long enough
To not want to use it again
Pick it up long
prescriptions fill more than them trees in California
I'm always gon' adore ya, kiss you and caress you
Anything just to spoil ya, gift ya, protect ya
Sex ya
I'm crazy and I am, but every day I thrive
They said a tab of this will get you there, I'm taking five
I smuggle drugs and hella liquor right through
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girl expensive
Just like a beat she gon let that bass blow
Just like a beat she gon let that bass blow
Just like a beat she gon let that bass blow
Just
Yeah
Barcodes on our skin tone
It’s all good ‘til it hits home
Our goal is to win, though
But it’s a far throw to the endzone
That’s why we’re afraid
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
out to my man Frank
Shout out to Hype864
Shout out to Hyped Experience
Shout out to Experiences by Hype
187.5 on your FM dial
This is DJ Scotty Rock
are you cumming? Are you c-cumming?
And I'ma ask you is it runnin', baby?
You ain't never had the shit 'til you got dug by a thug
And fucked doggy
are you cumming? Are you c-cumming?
And I'ma ask you is it runnin', baby?
You ain't never had the shit 'til you got dug by a thug
And fucked doggy
of educate
And, 'til this day, I am still amazed by what this kid decided to do
In this day, instead of his usual play
He had some moves he made
He was quiet,
it covered for the weekend
I gotta say I'm in the mood for a little bit more of that
I mean I'm saying what kind of deal, just two days?
I need me
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
these hoes like it's the Hunger Games
And bitch it's fucking choosing day
Reaping benefits like Christmas gifts
I had your dream girl sucking dick
It
a soulmate
Oliver's twisted, they came in askin' for more flake
Can I have some more please? Sniff it 'til his nose bleed
His daughter's sick, but he's
that ass looking just like the
Spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is
"I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther,
the streets know it's realer
Chocolate girl in my passenger seat but the seats are vanilla
Twenty-five thousand a week, that's just a sleep in a villa
If it
ceiling low
Can't nobody dub it so I'm five alive kicking flows
Call me top five live and die by the shit I wrote
Bitches swinging by like let me ride
it's so dumb, it could even write its own article.
Give me a break, the great big break that breaks your back
And chews my fingers off
'Til it's
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