Lyrics:
that be with it every time
If it's boutta crack, I don't respect money
You could lose a lot to that dollar sign
You so broke I bet your ass couldn't pay
on my own
Life get wild, yeah, I know
In the back of the class, I was sittin' alone
With a lot on my dome
So I'm probably just stoned
Tryna focus, but
or intelligent, your case reflects it
(repeat)
Verse 1:
(Othello)
Hi-de-ho at five below
I blow through the wind like hair on Fabio
Eavesdrop on the selections
a bitch, I'm a G, I'ma marry my TEC
Paz is a vet
Y'all always been struggling with him
And my gun side by side, a juxtaposition
And your man from the block
Ich komm in die Disco rein, VIP-Tisch für drei
Mo Money Mo Problems, BIG-Shit For Life
Besoffen ist hier jeder, wir lachen über Hater
(Throw your
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
the have-lots robbed from
The don't haves
Where the caps lock's lost in the phone tap
Emojis minus emotion and vocab
Seven years passed
Let me parse you for part
with your ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to scope at it
Living life with no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot
Driving 'till I total it
I'm
the heartburn
What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock
and thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock
Rock the disco
Chocolate on a Crisco ho ?
Cock
out to Cali? Please pay for me"
I make that pussy pop for you like you skateboarding
Then you can come inside like a hurricane warning
I got a lot
chase niggas, and no type (nah, no type)
You the ho type, I'm the dough type (uh-huh)
Murder scene, C's killin' all the shit y'all ghostwrite, huh
the wrath of my pen
You can tell I got now by
The words on this page
I got too big for the corner so
I brought it to the stage
(You've been the best at times) huh
(You've walked me through my darkest days)
I've been goin' through a lot, but (why must I turn around? I ask
Ah, yo ah, nah man, sit down
Sit yourself down chill low
Take a seat, big man you feel me?
Take a seat, I cook this brick real quick
Bon appétit
Hov
You best watch the fraud
Don't pree bullshit on my phone
Just 'cause I'm in airplane mode
I can't be canceled by no ho, are you loco? (Wanna see
Met her on the Eastside, but she from the North
All my niggas keep heaters by 'em, yeah the torch
Talkin' big shit, bet his bae ain't have that
mixin' the drank (mixin')
Cup was on E, had to fill up the tank (fill it up)
Goin' through some', got a lot on my mind, the way that I feel, I might
inside like a hurricane warning
I got a lot of sluts
I like to call Hopsilut
But now I feel like having sex with these bitches is not enough
I needed
Got a hammer tucked
Woke up like, huh, should I jam or punch?
Another package touched
I been stacking jacks
The clerk know me by my government
I'm back
Looking like a slob eating pasta
I take a lot shots and
Get weeded like a Rasta
Don't believe me? Better ask your ho
I pack a bowl, get backed like
it's a lot
We don't buy packs of Russian Cream, bitch, we buy 'em by the box
This exotic that I'm smokin' on'll knock you out your socks
I done ran
and dope, man, don't come for free
Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies
I turn around like a tornado
Rock it like a baby cradle
Call
do is pop big shit
Fuck the opps
50K could get your whole block hit
Loose lips
Know they wanna see a nigga sink ships
Fuck the cops
Tell 'em none of my
your Misses 'round here
She'd go missing 'round here
If you're a big shot you get pissed around here
If you're a boss there, you're a midget around
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