Lyrics:
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
better watch what y'all playin' wit'
'Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Catch your breath, now
better watch what y'all playin' wit'
'Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Catch your breath, now
babies
Yall niggas too busy tryna be famous, bro
U can be low den u eva been
A nigga won't even get high witchu
Soon as u get on yo level
They come by
about makin G's
Nigga my click would out shine you any day
Start ballin outta control ever since I
Learned to flip that yay
Took tha advice from Lil he
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
don't get
What it is that you're listening to
The same choppy flow
That was good right? No!
Get out the booth, adios
I can see why people like lil yachty
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Real niggaz bust ya pistols in the sky
I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
All I
[Chorus:][Lil' Flip]
Real niggaz bust ya pistols in the sky
I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
Air Force ones on my feet i'm rocking nike'i
Lil bitch I am a big dog they call me sauce almighty
I never gave a fuck so I don't care if they gon
like GTA, so I gotta carjack
I was dropping an album but I had a setback
I feel like the 'rona 'cause I make them step back
This flow's got me sick like
of what you be clutching
I'm clutching the pole
Taro ain't keeping a bitch
Only hoe that I'm with be the bunnies that up in the snow
She said "Lil taro you
tryna do some chilling,
ayy
Them suckas fake, they just all be some bitches
That's why I'm driving by my lonely on the road to the riches
Making money is
of yall gone leave with me
I can't keep you round no, I know that you for the streets
I'm with gang, so bring ya girls, you know we flip em by the 3
Lil hoe
only the best can ascend
And this album is my entrance exam
Wow, I budgeted way too much time for this intro
That's embarassing
Big Yung Lil Sneezy
I can't stop till we all ball
And walk around with gold in
Our mouth like Paul Wall
Nigga fuck all y'all
I'll just stay on the grind
And sell out
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