Lyrics:
I got spikes and zippers on my jacket
If gang run down on your bitch she gon' jack it
Broke ass acting like you get it boy you Cappin
When you was
Slide into her dm one time
It's a dead end
If you coming by yourself
Baby bring your bestfriend
Told her im an ass
Cuz my daddy was arrested
And I
the streets you live by the code
Thirsty ass niggas trying to spoil hoes
Sit back and I think bout all the boy I sold
It's up and down but you know how the game
Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see this our Town of Halloween
Yo
Aye, one my
Two bitches
Two cups
I might need me some suction
I count it fast
I need no interruption
I smash that hoe like a pumpkin
300 ways to get money
I'm
Orange Lamborghini it look like a pumpkin patch
She bleached her asshole I just put my thumb in that
Miles Sanders with the bag I'm a running back
in thought
I'm not trying to be a bad mouth, I just can't keep it shut
You know I'm civil, just not when I'm put
By the keyboard, I'm a hypocrite, I've
they get to doggin' your boy, homie
So y'all can just get to bloggin' about bologna
I'm not gonna stop, the saga continues, no stoppin' the force, Obi
In the paint
I'm hard
Yo girl not a saint
Nah
Ever since i showed up
Gave these niggas hell
On god
I just met that boy and I already can tell
He
It's the story of a rider of your boy behind the wheel
My first couple of times was in stolen automobiles
Doing it for the thrills, addicted to how
supply guns to Iraq
They're pimping the public like rent boys prostitutes and hookers
Bringing strain to the brain as you remain in this giant pressure
Trap jumping I just got in my bag
They say that I'm rich but I came from them rags
Get off my clit lil boy why you mad
New whip riding round with no
come with no key (AMG)
I'm on the beach, I got sand on my feet (yeah)
Gun by my arm, shoot when I reach (arm)
I did it first, and they got it from me
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty-fours under my clothes, I'm drunk and blowed
And I done told them boys if they play I
Pulling up to the diamond cabaret
We smoking J's, with my boy Sway
Poppin' bands by the hunnids
We sippin' on the juice with that clear blue Bombay
Of my daughter's wedding (boss)
They hanging on by a thread
That's irony cause I floss
Got diamonds all in my watch
And a background in my socks
They
a barber
Rock on my hip, totin' Sean Carter
Jumped in the game late
Should've been a starter
When I get mad, I get trigger happy
Move off impulse, lose by
Yeah this is for my G's
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even
see them jump out of the sea
Smashing windows, cracking doors
Venom claws are scratching floors
Seeking children - boys and girls
Hide yourself in a box
see them jump out of the sea
Smashing windows, cracking doors
Venom claws are scratching floors
Seeking children – boys and girls
Hide yourself in a box
It's the story of a rider of your boy behind the wheel
My first couple of times was in stolen automobiles
Doing it for the thrills, addicted to how
He's just waiting
All the white boys in the stay pressed slacks
They're home for the summer from college
Staying out late, getting rowdy at the bar
I said nobody cares go harder
My boys making em part with his shit like he
Was on hoarders
In others words we getting his shit in order
Fresh off
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