Lyrics:
the signs or the subliminals
Bitch I don't fuck with you, no
If you ain't my sister or brother
Or five, then it's up with you
My heart is broke
But you know
was hair I wouldn't die for ya
Trying to pull five bucks from me is like trying to pull five molars
You'll get your eyes swoll up, I'm on my straight
gang we in traffic we gone let it blow
Dropping money over bitches that's lame shit
Over here crying boutta bitch that's stupid shit
Working nine-five
the system
And rip my niggas lord knows that i miss em
Ay kickin shit lu kang
To unique no this ain't a plain Jane
Slap 5th we gone blow out the brain
Can't
contracts with the devil, bust guys iller
We flatten your town like Godzilla
Whether guilt is a skrilla, Franks or banks, five pence or ten cents
Whatever
the cause
I'll stick it right back in my drawers
The coldest one you ever saw
That's down by law
All y'all back up but see what I got to offer
This for them
like me
With a shut my mouth made it easy, I'm
A product of North Carolina, nigga
Out of Charlotte by the way of Cleveland
Born in '91 up in Ohio
I
From the jump
Spit consistent
As my saliva
Viciously kill instrumentals
They victims
When they by him
Additionally,
I withhold a skill
Within this
number ya days
It be eight to your face, then pull off in a wraith
It be 0 to 60 in 2.3, bitch I got 223's
Firin' blow em to smithereens
Bitch u ain't
Got a bunt nigga twist it
I'm a get drunk with my biscuit
5 cent cup, take a sip kid
I'm a product of the p-jects
My teachers always told me that
everything I crave
For you I take the long way home
And when I feel alone I blow up your phone
Cause your beauty and your smile is calling me
It's like my
La la la la la
Imma get it like this nigga
Yo, I got the green, Don Juan
I'm in the hood, blow the horn, bom-bom
This pimpin' ain't for free,
and hitch a ride to someplace quiet
Not even stopping for these stop signs
Man I don't wanna stop time
Just sit back, feet up
Let it pass by me before I end
when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's
one
Put it on my story tell 'em blow it up
Say I'm sorry guy I' know it ain't enough
Cop a banger but I know it ain't hype enough
You ain't hoe enough
I
(skrrt, Maxwells)
Think a nigga shot somethin' (ah)
Put it to your face, watch a motherfucker blow (boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Daytona, different color face
Just line em up I'll knock em down
Doing 200 on the (Freeway)
Living life like it's my (BDAY)
Everyday like we on (Replay)
Shit we make it look (Easy)
George Bush did
Lv gators on, 20 G footprints
Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly
I was in the drop top when I dropped by
You know it was a 2014
why would I lie, no I don't care
I ride that five without no fear
Keep that chopper on deck
If a hater run up on me, hit 'em up with no
(Grrrat)
Its big
to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Sometimes I'm real like Pac
Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got
trusting the process
Ran it up I been trusting the process
She gave me brain I'm enjoying her mindset
Focused on my sense making ya no cents
I just made
in the cut rolling up a three five
We got them hoes going up at Vlive
Looking me up on the internet look at me now
Failed a few times yeah it took me
Finna pull up with the pack and blow O's
I'm moving packs to put bands on my toes
Don't fuck with the club I don't fuck with a hoe
I'm fucking with
knows
If its fable or fantasy the desert wind blows
A pentagram of Caldea was drawn in vermillion
Where five lamps were a'flickering to foul incantation
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