Lyrics:
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
It's been a min since we ain't been in it I get it but nigga my dawgs back
I'm lit off the Henney I'm drippin' in Fendi forget it it's all bad
Yea I
cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming from a long bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas
Lord we gotta heal
We hurting
I wanna hang out by myself in the low-lit gloom of my room
And share a bunch of videos
That make me so happy
I can hear my mama saying
Why you
lit
Caviar cocaine and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke
leave
In the black of the night lit by white in full clarity
(Yeah)
I ain't got no destination
Come face to face with creation
Seeing Dali paintings,
Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing, racing, altercations, we lit
Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit
Same hood, different day, same
Four-fives and fo-fos’
Bring your clown ass round here
And bring your best folk
That’ll be the easiest way
To get your ass smoked
By the block, hitters from
Well he lit you up
Like amber waves in his movie show
He fixed you up real good
Till I don't know you anymore
From ballet class to a lap dance
at anytime
Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
So tell me how yo' ass gon' run
From a C Z P O
sweeper
Yo, it's time to get darker
Rise up the cricket bat like Brian Lara
Anybody see any enemies on the Gaza
Empty the clip first, questions after
From
of King Dedede
Loaded up the bong and I'm ready to hit
Hot momma by my side rubbing her clit
She says that our rhymes are fucking lit
I'ma launch that
on her hips
All these lies spreading but fuck it man we lit
We lit we lit we lit we lit I don't want trouble cause I'll pop dis clip
We lit we lit we lit
slippin, sl-sl-slip
(CHORUS)
Motherfuckers think they reputation's gonna keep them from gettin lit
The fuck up on a hum bug, slug dug off in yo ass
remember when we watched Secretary
Only copy, sheepish rented from the college library?
How did we watch it? I mean literally
It was a DVD in 2016
But they
(grrah-grrah)
Hoes wanna fuck 'cause the fame, ayy, ayy (gang)
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip
deserve a diss
I do want my money back but here's a little tip
Fix your lies and hairlines before people send you clips
Two types of shots from cops, you
You good, T-Minus?
Niggas been counting me out
I'm counting my bullets i'm loading my clips
I'm writing down names i'm making a list
I'm checking it
I gotta be different I'm devil in disguise (Skies, skies)
Look at us you know that we fried (Fried, fried, fried)
Honda riding fast, two barrels by
from da mound
Walk in the spot and we lit
Got 30 clips in the back of the VIP
Ridin' round through the six
Don't fuck with my niggas they'll let that
like TVs and DVDs (huh bruh)
They like to take big trips overseas (ah huh)
They like to do the rodeo from the front from back
They like to give me
nigga my mind confused
Abused by the truth sold him a fucked up sack
Got him naked on the roof
Lord knows I wanna let loose
Real bad blood pressure
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
get it
I'm right by the spot tryna cook me an emerald
Love money that's green count it up til its several
Dag can you dig it no shovel
I been gettin lit
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