Lyrics:
you text my phone, I ignore it
I leave it on read
I'd rather chill out by my lonely, count money instead
Every time I turn around, you on my line
I
and tears in this shit
Gave me no losses, out in this field, getting hits
Far from the finish, my people still in the sticks
Breakthrough is coming, baby we
of the stu tryna get my lil nut
How the fuck the nigga turn the silver into gold
When Im steppin out I make a bad bitch pose
Ima give these pussy nigga
Picasso with the bars
She's well put together like a piece by Gershwin
Renaissance style, tonight is picture perfect
So smile, and pack your bags real
Picasso with the bars
She's well put together like a piece by Gershwin
Renaissance style, tonight is picture perfect
So smile, and pack your bags real
to the death of me, I'ma be reppin' that shit, rapping on instrumentals
All my brothers be steppin' with Benzos and Beamers my nigga that shit not a rental
In
steppin fresh up out the hummer
Got a lot of cash on me, I'm a number one stunner.
In the middle of the winter, make it feel like summer,
What I'm doin?
Gonna dance with my darlin'
With a hold in her stockin'
Dance by the light of the moon
Ooh, by the light, by the light, of the silvery moon
We gonna
November, beatin' on my meat
Typin' out the rhymes by the sheet
Money on my mama, we gon' succeed
Scary Mary, that bitch won't stop starin'
Grab that gram by
times the way I like to get down
So if you with it baby we could go like 10 rounds
But baby it's your choice
You screamin' out my name I hope
in her eyes, see the sin in her (sinner)
Fuck it, baby, go on bring your friend with her (come on)
Young rich bastard, I got ten figures (ten
for xan
I know that these niggas they not gonna slide
That little nigga said that he trappin'
He lied
I'm steppin' on purp in my Margiela slide
Scoo got
bout you, my nigga you'll never know
These labels and artist hit me up unless the deal good I can't go
With my brothers on the stage, we gon rock out
that's my baby)
Yeah (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah (mm-mm)
Go (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper
to touchin' on me (woo, woo)
I put all my money on it
'Cause you know you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his
introduce your girl to some boss living
Everything 2K around me like I'm Irving
I'm in Oakland with the Stephens
All my niggas got a F-N
Hit shorty on DM
Got
high baby
Like that's a vibe
Hoping we don't lose it
First day I saw you boy it hit me hard
That look you gave me steppin' out your car
The way you
a bow flexin
Keep me some work like we hang with the Mexicans We run the street, no pedestrians
We in the street, we be deep as parade Pull out my whip
came out to nine oh you fuck with nine
When niggas say when you ready
Spin on your block with them cutters and
We gon' see who be steppin'
He say he down
gotta confess my sins to my pastor
Try fuck with me
It’s a threesome ting
Gotta bring a bad b called karma
I stepped out dare inna blacked-out fit
Now
If we can survive this, then anything is possible.
And I will stick with the ones who are by my side.
I have always had their back, and I know (know)
that turk oh yea the rest of that
What do you want to chase it with we're out of Hawaiin Punch
Baby stop playin I mix whatever with that bourbon
Then
tried to boo ya
Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors
My gat claps, fifty percent of the wack
Take it back to real rap, Krylons wit' the fat
no mistake
Keep it simple
Trust in my God
Body, and Mental
Simple
Durag waves, Denims
And Timbos
Simple, Floetry
Over the
Instrumental
Simple
Pray for
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