Lyrics:
doing it for T.V-e
With the rebel yell, came out of my shell
Preacher said tell your people let go of your coat-tail
With a tremendous fail he never
whoever takes my thunder
Sully my name
Y'all fight about subs and dubs
Bruv, I studied the blade
Choppin em down by the nape of their neck
Rocking a crowd
was ya name I cried
I heard you forgave over and over again
But when I found out I love you, you became ammune to my sins
Laid wide awake in da
A good time's callin' my name
So just get outta my way, yeah
One more beer you gotta drink
One more girl you gotta meet
One more song on the jukebox
are heaven sent, heaven sent
I got my ear tight ask her the question to get the name right
It's late night, hands on the waist, secure that slow
Homie got greedy n wanted it all by himself
I don't give a fuck, baby, I ain't givin' out no help
30 on my waist, hold them ksubis like a belt
I ain't
want to be down with my business, we meet up
Schemin' like a demon on the couch with your feet up
Playin' like a summer may stain by far
Got mad I had
callin' my name
I used to sing spirituals and I thought that
This was the thing I wanted to do
But somehow or another, when I went in the Army
I
bad shit in plenty
Now my eyes won't shed a tear
You can call me by my first half name
Shanti letting you hold my beer
Throwin house parties so wild
Automatically gave her round three
Kill her pussy put her name on a tee
Underneath put RIP
Mine for me only and my bitch a trophy
Pussy so clean that I thought I
think you and
I can make it through together
I need you here by my side
Please be my love
You're my diamond...
callin' they want me
East to the West I am the link
As a youngin’ I never knew this game no
Till my big slime showed me this name though
I been runnin' out
you Ronda Rousey (Ronda Rousey)
Tryna block
I hit his bitch like my name Clowney
(Name Clowney)
Scammer bitch throwin' me drip, yeah
She tryna drown me
yo name)
New Louis on the rack now its in my closet (got it all)
Chase race to the bank made a M deposit (bling bling)
I be buying all this drip, I
callin' us
We know it's time to operate
I have the high ground
This ain't your sky to walk
I hope you know when to pull
Out if you fly in hot
Hands off my
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
I'm movin' the chains
Tryin' to score so I could maneuver the Range
I hear police callin' my name, I ball in no lane
Tryin' to hit the wall, make
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
who had to make a name so the bells ring
So nobody would trouble my siblings in this whirlwind
My older cousin wasn't known for nothin'
Never had no
of my name keeping niggas alert
I'm- getting to da dough like Pillsbury
Ain't tryna die without a mil' to bury
If it's about da money then you know imma
you
Callin' a code nine on 'em
I'm in that four by four
With all your hoes
Say your name
Don't know it
Look at this gas I roll
My gut so swole
Got a
Big
one up to my hood
It's the M.P.L.S. yiggy yes y'allin'
Niggas heard me stomp from Houston to Saint Balling
Callin' to the ring if you think you can
It's Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I talk slick
Name brand bitches all on my dick
I don't trip I meet bitches in this
Game that got pretty
(Watch out wit all that swervin')
Srayin yo lane
Cause if you swerve up in my lane you gon get hit by this train (We #ill4real)
Hold on give me space
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