Lyrics:
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
Boy I'm so next I got em so stressed
Nightmare I got em waking up in cold sweats
This Luvale boy got the game so stretched/Kanye with it boy I'd die
to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that
we the best
And I'm down in Miami
Ridin' in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog
you later huh
My boy you so sad cause you turned down like a fader
That ain't my fault I'm just doing me they seem to hate it huh
There go my hater
Can
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
he?
Boy I ain’t done til I’m number 1 like 2-3
Boy try to stop me, you gone have to shoot me
Boy bought a vest next bulletproof S U-V
Boy I’m doing me
Boy I like the cloths you wear
But I'm looking at the pool and I just think
What if we were under there in our underwear
Boy I like the cloths you
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)
Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm
ladies over
Tell em this is Y-M-E so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her
supposed to say?
Hey baby, how you doin'? I missed you home
By the way I'm bout to leave, ah good
I'm going on a fall tour
But I'll be back before you
back
Yeah, See me with that cloud jacket know damn well I'm probably packing
Accept pain know pain slumped like that boy Yahiko
With all the people that
The lack of effort you put in is just amazing to me
I'm still so dazed to be me
I'm workin' hard for everything I got and now I get the dividends
The boys
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
hits" But niggas get fooled
By the sexyness, I'm a real gritty bitch
[Chorus: Method Man]
Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
A hit
writing so much like a book
People who diss me are gonna get cooked
Mood is an album that will leave you shook
Bro I’m still really young and I feel like
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
cleaned up around 'em
And I grabbed the box of my mixtape albums
Walked out the door, got a car in reach
And drove downtown to Broadway at the Beach
Man,
On the count of three I want everybody to say
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
One, two
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
You'll let me in
With those
I'm showin' off my pirate grill
To the baddies walkin' by me
Showin' skin because it's nothing
My little brother servin' molly 'cause
That bill due
the rain in the sky
Who am I?
A.T.
Hit 'n' run on the same week
Broke boys trying to stay cheap
I'm ink 'n' paper I'm chasing
Like most of y'all saying
And come and go anyway I please
No Khaled but ya boy done got the keys
Like Guru and Preeme, you know my steez
Just a cool ass nigga just tryna dream
bless Tybo
Bye bye
Damn I done called like six times
When you going to pick up the phone
But nah for real give me a call back beach
Wassup boy
I know you
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