Lyrics:
dude, hunt ya down with tools
Repsect my presence, I step with weapons
You fall in seconds
Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop
niggas down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass roof
The blunt got a live purple haze in it,
My whole wardrobe paid off by me
Did it on my own before I was famous
Schedule busy I don't plan on changing
Look in the mirror like I look amazing
tracks
When it's not that important
Swing back to the basics, make a daily recording
Like to dip my toes in
Always taking em out
I can be so hot on topic,
the city on some tires made by Firestone
Even my latinas be like papi super fire tho
I come in the party like I'm backing up the Brinks truck
Flexing on my
Margiela
Margiela on my sweater
Stand by me, now who drip better?
Get her hot than a tea kettle
Mm come on, suck on my soft get it heavy metal
Suck
I’m from the juice better have you a glass
(Go 'head and take a sip)
All in them feels
All in them pants
Got me a membership
I Slide around in my slides
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
rims crushed like ants eggs
From my fate to where my tims touch my pants legs
We indestructible plus we's magnificent kings
Beat over book by
counting the racks
Some in the safe some in the bag
Doing numbers yeah I'm stacking these bands
Some in the duffle some in my pants
Doing numbers yeah I'm
nothing like the first time (I gotta have your ass home)
or how things used to be
Ok, come travel with me down memory lane
Back in my wonder years when
ass
She gon pass it to my mans
That ass put me in a trance
I'm like damn little baby going crazy when she dancing
Blue stains in my pants
I dont bang
Why are you cast down, O my soul
Why are you in turmoil within me
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him
My salvation and my God. Hope in God
She's the prettiest girl in this bar, by far
She's got misery written on her face
I think I want her to ruin me
She asked, do you wanna go back to my
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
the room, the flow demand, yeah
Kick grooves like a Partizan, I feel it hidden in ya body hun, alike Mardi Gras
Hold me back. I put the business in my pocket
playin' with the chop, I got one more man
I already took my time, now I get my bag from the man
How I'm end up with racks, by not playin' with pussy
nobody selling shit nigga
Unless it's for me
[Baby]
All I know is crack slanging and block hanging
On the corner [in] front the store
Doing my thang
Where was you when I was tired of breaking rules
Sitting at home by myself feeling useless
All the kid in my class called me stupid
Kicked out of school
me by man
You once were mine, still are somehow, gosh I can't stand goodbyes and
So every rhyme, in the background caught on and latched my mind in
Was
down the 105
We won't stop until we see the light
Been a long time but I'm by your side
We could just run away and hide
All up in my head thinking bout
can't even see the pants on that bitch (bad)
The way that we spinnin' (yeah)
Spinnin' in Hellcats, goin' Taz on a kit (spin)
She wanna pop a G6 (pop
Brainwash the noises
Until they suck out the poison
I'm somewhat a bandit
I stole letter magnets
Walk in the room, gun by your side
Everyone is
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