Lyrics:
and poppin' seals
I remove the fakes and shit got real
My shooter got Tech Fleece on
He don't train, but he trained to kill
Remember when Cash hit me up
on the coupe
I might just pull up on yo boo yeah yeah
All of my hunnids they blue
VVS's crippin too yeah yeah
Labels callin
I'm the cash cow
Off the muscle with
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
Bury me like a pharaoh with this money and my gold too
Keep a shooter in there, try to rob me, this the wrong tune
I hit Johnny Dang and mixed
And cop my album please
We got the ganja surrounding good vibes in every place
I'm on a level unclouded by negativity
Nothing to say
Trees from the golden
'm still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker
Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw
Beethoven, Bach, and Brahms
I want some James Brown
Even Bruce, Brian, Bono, Beck, yeah
Chuck Berry prince, Stevie, Sly, Smokey
Johnny Cash in my Chevy
Heard
time, I want respect and cash
And a few paragraphs in them books
Tellin' you how us native tongues made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes, gave
a murder route, I'm out
My raps play the part like in Get Smart
Secret agent and amazin', styles blazin'
Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn
(bitch, it's fuck you)
Diamond chain ain't come from Johnny Dang
This hit up in the dark (hit up in the dark)
Chopper hold a hundred
I just put four
I'm About to Hit Em Where It Hurts,
Album boutta Drop Like uh hearse,
Homie you can tell by the verses
I ain't ever Lie finna purchase
Whips
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
decomposition of all competition
Unnatural abilities specters independent
Leave our poor boy tormented
But Johnny's got a problem like a punk rock album
A couple
fiend's titty, huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggas
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
Kirby
My album got nothing but hits wait
(Nothing but hits)
This the home run derby
I'm swinging to hit out the fence
(Swinging to hit out the fence)
I
city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?
I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my
in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a fuck
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch'
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
[Featuring Johnny P]
Verse One: Belo
Since I'm 'Lo let me flex this
If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this
Song
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes
You probably grown now so this song'll hit you
If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
goin' off track man I'm high as hell
This OG hit me instantly with no fee like Cash App and Zelle
Hell
surprised I ain't get expelled
I showed up
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
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