Lyrics:
walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader
Don't stop get it get it
Shorty back it up
Got some dollars in ya pocket
Homie rack it up
Lights cameras action
We bout' start actin' up
Come and take
and my eyes closed (eyes closed)
Yeah, I did it all with my eyes closed (aye, aye, Gerald)
S.L.P, Gucci, nice clothes
One me, five hoes, 'cause they
You see that legume boy I blow it by the O
Me and my Haitians we roll kinda swole
What you know about them Zoes?
What you know about them Zoes?
Verse
five, that boy dead gone
I think he dropped his last five, think his head gone
Suck me up on FaceTime, bitch, that's some headphone
We roll Dutch's over
if he choosin'
He didn't want it, he makin' excuses
You ain't part of this shit, then you useless
Drinkin' twenty-five cent on the juices
Bank
on the floor
My feelings hurt so bad they dead to the core
Pitch black as my room disrupted by the glow
Red six sixty five on the clock radio
Illuminating
when I'm wide awake
Think it's pretty clear
I don't know the words I'm tryna say
Tell you all my fears or
Take a breath and blow my mind away
Physically
Ye said one good girl is worth a thousand
But she just wanna blow tree in the car and bump Thee Stallion
And this Doja creep up like a Cat
It
we can scuffle
Do it for the fam, imma do it for the gram
If you really want it baby i can do it for a grand
If you wondering if imma blow up, bitch i
and blow 'dem hos mine
It'll take 1 more before I go for mine
7 bitches get fucked at the same time
I say eash meash, sung shesh, she can suck a ding dong
inside my clothes
I keep it real…
Keep it up with no lies
I'm tryna stack presidents who not alive
Ill be back for you…
If you by my side
Its whatever
Jenn Hewitt not Party of 5 tho
Underdog with the death blow taking home the title
c steaming locomotive with the on time arrival
Child of this spiritual
Curtis blow
Mad ups an downs half of my niggas crips
Some bangin daimoo what to do
In my nigga hall grind like a border
To be in boarders few miles
From
and wining
Just shut up for a second
I'm more than just manic
And now I start panic
I'm losing my balance
I really cant help it
I'm really not capping
I hold
Old school flow
Call it stratford rex
They don't want me to blow
Because I am the threat
Matter fact
I'm up next
They ain't got no brains
So they
I’m not woken in the morning it's cold
Bread and collard greens
Every day is yom kippur
Every night is halloween
Everything is everything
Wake up
cash
In love with some drugs, that shit keep me sane
My bro smokin weed, he pass me a stank
I'm blowin' this marijuana in they face
I put it like 10k up
you by my side
I'll go and roll the dice
Jackpot
Money on me
I count lots
Ride around this town doin' eight five
But I gotta watch out when I see five
that I'm under
So you start to wonder
Heart beat like thunder
(Yeah)
So I blow my cover
'Cause I'm the great pretender
Girl, surrender, yeah
(Take it
teeth and then get dressed
Fresh white tee ball cap the bottoms red
I Wanna push the Rover but I might pull out the Vet
5% tent 9 by the armrest
Case
fucked up in life, faker
Yo' knight in shinin' armor lost his vest when that Drake hit it
I ain't gotta go run to the car, bitch, I came with it
Put
alive take a look at life
Problem is you ain’t looking right
Tryna see it from a birds eye
I see God with my third eye
I feel God when the wind blows
I
One LP down and I'm still driving this 306
I thought by now I'd upgrade put it on my plastics
Yeah that's right I got more than one
Oh fuck it
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