Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm the best. When you speak to me, stick out your chest
It's a bloody murder scene. Yeah, it's a mess
Runnin' up all these checks. You think I'm
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
leave without it (I can't leave without it)
I keep a stick for the war (stick)
Checks I deposit (checks I deposit)
Money just stick with the boy
Lot
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
Throw It On Me
It’s Triplebeam Baby DL
DL what you want me to do baby
Back the car out pull the top down
Shake it up make it drop now
Throw it
Shoutout my dawgs cus we standing
Twenty Four hours we landing
Sum of my diamonds be dancing
Head of the game we advancing Money is up she financing
I ain't tryna stop ya
(Shine) From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) Check my baby mama
(Shine) Whip Rovers, not
(Miss rounds)
White boy really wit' the shits
You can check my background
(Background)
Niggas really on my flow
I know they tryna' get round (Get round)
I
the election
I see it far it's all up in my rare view
Fields are passing by my window
Fields are passing by my window
Fields are passing by my window
As I cruise
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy
hundreds (you know exactly what a motherfucker need)
Check, run it
No broke shit in my life
'Cause I'm scared that shit could rub off on me
I'm
up love so I know she distant
Pain hard to swallow like a Sonny’s biscuit
Imma let you wash that down with this mystic
You think you fly boy you know
all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah,
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
(Summa the time)
I'm whyling with my baby boy Papi
I'm with the Lawnge one
Running, ripping up tracks un-
'Til the summer skill that we flex
Says it's
with my secret eyes
Taking it in, try to be feminine
With my makeup bag, watching all the sin
Misfit, I sit, lit up, wicked
Everybody else surrounded by
really turns me on
And to yo silly hoes out here still tryna link up
You can't find him 'cause I got him wrapped 'round my finger, bling
Ooh, boy, who
me, we are (down)
Here by your side always to (hold me down, baby!)
For all my niggas I war for
Blow the 4-4 for, you know I gets (down)
Even if
to do it again niggas
I hope y'all ready
Check it, check it, c'mon,
Check out the technique
C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
Soldier wit
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