Lyrics:
a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm
1, 2, 3, to the 4
Romey McFly in the 9 5 1, though
You can feel me if I drive by once
And they can shade me, but I'm slighted by none, hoe
Yeah!
said I can't give you a pepsi free,
You gotta pay for that shit, see,
Just about then a man walks by,
He's like YO I'm talkin to you McFly,
I try to hold
might be able to be Antisocial too
Da, dun, dun (Hahaha)
Thinking bout my-
Thinking bout my-
Thinking bout my- (Grand Trapids Mixtapes, hahaha)
Yuh, ya
a break had to get refocused
I was depressed
They didn't notice
But i do know this
I run this shit
I'm Fresh Like Sean Fresh
The come back Kid
You late
me?
Yes I do, yes I do oh, baby baby baby baby
Don't you want a man like me?
Oh, I give you loving by the daytime
Night time you could take good care
you
like T-bone steak
Youre still uncommon
but they didnt know
You'll bleed by a knife they hold
But there's one thing
you need to know
warning to loss
they biting swag
They ain't got no cash
She say "Queso, why you do me like that?"
She say "Queso, when you start counting up these racks?"
Lately baby
can do with a tongue and some vocal chords
Go from all 4s to the texture of a smore
Lord
I got that good kosher dick
Trust baby take a hit you won't
a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm
the magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up
Do you know Him?
Do you know Him?
Do you know Him?
Do ya, do ya?
He rolled the stone away
And He rose again to give me another chance
Turned
Check check, yeah!
Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
Yo yo, JT money, Sole!
Throw 'em up! Throw 'em up!
JT Money, Sole!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (who
used to this
With ya boy the Louis Vuitton Don
AKA marty McFly and I'm on my fly shit
Straight from the Chi bitch
I can tell they ain't
I can tell they
heart might do
I guess I gotta walk on by ya, walk on by ya babe (Walk on by)
Gotta walk on by ya, walk on by ya babe (Oh)
Can't focus on ya, focus on ya
Weren't no Snapchat, never had gadgets
Lemonade money, with class A habits
But we still get by
I go back like Marty McFly
Ain't partied 'til ya partied
Check check, yeah!
Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
Yo yo, JT money, Sole!
Throw 'em up! Throw 'em up!
JT Money, Sole!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (who
the magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up
you're with me now
Hit me now
I'm back to the Snoop shit
LBC, east side, that's the movement
Gangster music, do it, do it, I do's it
I make it rain,
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat?)
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat?)
What you couldn't do now I'm ready to go
Right after I'm out of the abyss
My perfect plan goes amiss
I can feel McFly's blinding pain
When he was
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat?)
know I want you right by my side
I, I be missing you, missing you, ya ya
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Missing you, ya ya
Hurry up because it’s do or die
I,
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