Lyrics:
I ride with rounds to shoot it lose
and practice what my skills can do
Bring the camera out
to showing the falling out
blitz the crowd to crack
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
fall off
Sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
Oh, Lord! You don't want no problems wit dude
I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk
I'm
own cash
Gotta get up out of the city, all that I need is
A hundred bands
I'm a real down broke n***a, need a Garda to come fill up my hammer pants
I've
bustin' out the bag
Couple bands get you like this, humbly
200 get you like this, all part of me
They say your boy so extra when it come to hoes
My money
I'm out of New York and, boy, it don't sit right if you're white
Light were my steps from there
Did my dirt on the low, a Southern town nightmare
Cause
going underground (going underground)
Well, if the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the boys
at all it's nothing
Took some loses but I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me
Yeah you know I’m tryna ball
You
going underground (going underground)
Well, if the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the boys
living history
This is like Fall Out Boy
We'll remember it for centuries
Of course I'm talking bout
Coronavirus
Shit is real
I'm telling you shit is
Up in the morning
I gotta flex
Know that I gotta make bands today
Ice on my wrist while I'm bussin the tech
He gotta cancel his plans today
Living my
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
own man not even cold as me (let's go)
Every time I have a show, gotta sell it out 'fore I go to sleep (sleep, whoa)
We got some new bands
We got
commentary
How we're molded to what they wanna see. We're not unique
Only cured by mindful odyssey
Live by faith so when it's hard to see
You're reliant
and I want it
Hold my body boy, pull me close
One by one
You have taken me higher
We got no Bic or no lighter
Think I'm ready, I'm letting go
One
I should've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope, boy
The Butcher comin', nigga
Should've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' coke, boy
Girl I'm mixing up the potion don't you ask what's in my drink
Needed me some time away I needed time to think
Got to go reconnect the bands lil boy
Brrr! Get that money watch it fall to the ground
Get that money, can you count it by the pound
Get that money watch it fall to the ground, get that
fall out with niggas over hoes
Ayy, money over fall outs, my nigga, that's the code, oh
Santorini bands when I pull up to the coast
Better have my
He love what I shove in his face
Been begging to give him a taste
He say I'm exotic he asking my race
My language is money I learned it by 8
Been
Mia we stay live
Stay live
Ride with like three nines
Costin' shots and drive bys Young niggas pop out
Watch out for cop cars
Sun up, to sun down
recess
I'm da main event refuse to fall into da creases
I'm impressed by bands I told dat shawty she was decent
When I wake up
Pour dat ac i lift da
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