Lyrics:
high that's how we rockin bruh
They say you look too fine to be a prophet bruh
I tell em the drip ain't a crime don't make problem of it
Postcodes start
of em
You don’t even gotta worry bout it girl, I will never tell ya secrets
I ain’t even gonna lie if I tell you mine, tell me would you keep it ?
Pull In
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
like
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Saying heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good Job
Get 'em up way high
like
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Saying heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good Job
Get 'em up way high
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high
choking green by the pound
[Frayser Boy]
I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this
Make the heat spit Leave em speechless
You don't won't no beef trick
everybody green
Two shots for the boy I hit em with the beam
I be in the trap trynna run my racks Up
And I'm having runts for a zip it's a rack boy
Try
the block
We'll do our best to call him out
And tell him brother you're the same
Sounding lame, by the end you'd think his mouth had gone
Real men are real
like the bottom of my shoes, boy
He play with gang and we gon' put him on the news, boy
Man, these niggas they annoy me, I treat em like Newman
Blow
with
Bad bitch ashamed to even say you ever had it, yeah
Gotta hit that snap, that boy's a wrap
Tell em back back back
Lady be careful, that boy is
TO THE LORD LIKE KIRK DEM
COULD PUT THEM FRANKLINS ON 'EM, LIKE THAT BOY IS A BLANK BILL
IF SHAWTY WOULD'VE KEPT HOOPING, SHAWTY WOULD'VE MADE IT LIKE BRADLEY
niggas lying
2 Seater even in that speeder
Always gon tell a bitch ion't even need her
Never lacking
Boy you already know I keep my heater
Same niggas that
If a hitta want smoke, tell em come and catch Cancer
I can call my Locs, old Grapes, no Fanta
I Got two big poles, Arabic, from Atlanta
Ride down
the shit is temporary
Exchanging fuck faces, making hella noise
Getting freaky as fuck and go and tell my boys
Cause It's like that, that's how we do this
no brains (skrrt)
You can fall in the dirt right now, lil' nigga, you ain't still got no stain (still go no stain)
I can tell by the way you walk,
tell you twice, then I won't be so nice
If you keep comin' back, it only means you know you lost a fight
They wanna talk shit, let 'em talk shit,
got my hair in a pony tail
And by all mean
Trust me I can get 'em all
They say I stride like a model
Curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit
tell them boys to hold up, hold up
Y'all don't wanna go down, go down, go down
'Cause we already been
Man if I could change the shit that we did back
and now they tryna get to me
Mac rich don't stop you can do it I tell myself one day that imma make history
Boy I been on it not on it enough now I'm with
was born a broke nigga I'm a die as a king
Bad boy
Okay
Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that
Everywhere I be at
You can see that, drinks by
That's my bro
I'm never switching sides
I don't ever judge by looks
I only judge by what's inside
That's my bro
I'm never switching sides
Tell 'em I
tryna get to pimping, I was tryna blow up talking demolition
That boy got the devil in him, swear he need a exorcism
I'm all by myself, got no
follow me here
Let go now and let God just steer
Rainbow clouds cause it keep flooding
Shots outside, boy you better come in
And I smoke it by myself,
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