Lyrics:
2:30 in the muthafuckin' mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me
motherfuckin' extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain
I'm like De Niro when he drove the taxi in the hallway
Shootin'
Brick after brick after brick
Until you get it gone
Gon change ya life take a dab
Get ya mind blown
He's one, he's two, he's four and three
He's
the lungs and I'm A-OK
Got the krypt get a rip if it's brick get away
We rollin' deep in the bus puffin' skunk by the eighths
It's Unexplanetory
Kottonmouth
a better wage
So I could pay it
Become a boss, So I could O.K it
Priorities changed, had to stop music
Work 3 jobs to pay the debt
Get us back in the black,
own
You better get off
Run! Run! Forest, run!
This style of my life i adore
I’m gonna be dying alone
Another brick on the wall
Run! Run! Forest, run!
The one and only, Britney
Yeah (yeah)
You ready B?
I think you're ready
1, 2, 3, 4
Uh
Oh no (here we go)
Catch me if you can (don't move too
the pink C-2, or the yellow 3-2-5
That's when I opened my eyes
I was dreamin', damn it was all a surprise
But it felt real, I hopped up in a wet chill
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
Turn around and lose pounds
Like I'm fucking Timbaland
By pounds, I mean in (beep)
Give it 'til he cop brick like
A wall with pig in it
And money coming
[Kool G Rap]
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they
in his heart
KC was dead by the 3rd one
That wasn't even Judy real spot
Judy lied to get his head knocked
Judy stayed in the 7th ward
About a block
Wifey & I getting high
Watching time fly,
Listening to BIGS, Ready 2 Die,
Blessed by the Heavens
Yet there's still Hell in my eye's,
These are desperate
We got some jalapeno poppers but it's not enough to stop her
Now that's a maintainer in an airtight container
Two solo cups in my hand; one
(yeah)
I was the first one hittin' that shit
She was the first one suckin' my dick
She hit the stores in the G-Wagen (yeah)
She tryna hop
in some codes
A camel is a ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some
Down the subway stairs straight through the turnstyle
No smile but I'm waitin' in the station for the 7 to turn it wild
Me and my three shorties
Rolling over in the morning light
Thinking of you laying by my side
Keep forgetting I'm away from home
In another hotel on my own
Curse
with my lips then all my actions got to prove it
Safe decision with a hooper, not a hater, I salute it (salute)
In the field for real, I ball and run
to a brick from a pebble
Whatever
You think yo audios clever
I get it
I gotta body another
Let's go
You see the differences in the wrist
Take a pic, I
man'll give you something you can put on the gram
1, Get up the courage to call him in
2, You start to sweat as the walls close in
3, You tell yourself
man'll give you something you can put on the gram
1, Get up the courage to call him in
2, You start to sweat as the walls close in
3, You tell yourself
like three, four, five in a day, ayy
I got a lot of problems, family problems, relationship problems
All I gotta do is just solve 'em
Everybody tryna get
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