Lyrics:
hittas hit ribs
Big licks gotta turn them into big flips
Pick up “who is this? ” f**k your business yo s**t counter-fit
Make my money flip, you should see
to Cory K now
This the reason why I hate y'all
Bumping Gunna lemonade
For a month it's in the main
Then it's drained down like every other tune
Hopping
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all
(Nine by nine) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills?
Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killed
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
me)
Still a no flex zone like swae lee (Swae Lee yeah)
If I see you a snake cut you off by the head thats cut throat (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
When I went
Remember that lick we had hit (yup)
Broke in and we found the stash (okay)
20K right by the stand (20k)
Wrapped up in a brown paper bag (ah)
That wasn't
a thug world t-h-you-g
[Chorus]
You ready for tha midwest invasion we bringing them new millennium soldiers
Layzie and Twista y'all better believe we
the fuck is you out in the K to my O
Like Smelly, he died, I'm cold
I'm fishing with it
When I hop up to V, y'all boom with it
Rah
I can't wait till I catch
Look, we skip from three to the eighth, uh
Me, I'm like Lee with the weights
Moving too fast, leaving no trace
I see disbelief in they face like
Me
I was always told opinions are like assholes
Everybody has one
They Say
You will never make anything bro it ain’t no way
I say ok
Oh hey by the way
Hey man, kill em like FaZe Clan, all blacked out Ray Bans
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans, keep it OG
*Spoken*
DJ READY RED: Hey, yo D! What's up wit them cash registers and
Shit?
WILLIE D: Oh, that's what the average ho see when she look
Yeah yeah yeah
Hey, hey yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Bitch I made a wave now they gone all surf
How I get to it, it come natural don't take
I'm that nigga that went platinum damn near over night
You're all welcome, niggas know you want to live my life
May God help 'm
I'm possessed by my
to come on this beat that was made just by me
Body it like the tree
Ain't no contest for free
Hunnit K what I need
For a beat it's a fee
Need the racks for
a couple pills to start a conversation hey
Look
I'm built like teflon, aye
A.K.A. next on, aye
Six two i'm giant you lying you might get stepped on, aye
will stand up 'til the end
A million times, a trillion more (hey)
Oh, oh, oh (hey)
Honey I need you 'round (I just wanna inform y'all, I'm drunk
mine
To say I'm not, don't even diss yourself
'Cause at times I have to jump back and kiss myself
Long live the K, the A, the N, the E
I say the end
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
back
1 2 1 2
Ah yo yo
My, lyric is 8 ball
Batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog
Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
From the 5 star general
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
talkin' R.I.P Roach
I need 10k if you book me for a show all in, shout out to my nigga Lil Boat
Tryna swim to the cake while y'all niggas tryna float
Tryna
think I can
And I got the game in my red dot no K Dot but I don't give a damn
And the flow fly, y'all can't stop me
Y'all gonna need 21 pilots to try
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