Lyrics:
needs
To be told no I don't wear them no I don't eat them that hypocrite shit won't
Go won't go you certainly aren't the beauty that makes the steel jaws
u cant go wit me
Niggas be buggin
Dont know what they smoking it Must be dat potpourri
Its little shit that i peep
Me i just sit i dont speak
But
oughta call your ass Mordecai
I ain’t with it never hide behind a forty five
I don’t need to shoot you I don’t need to tell no lie
Be advised, if you
someone got a gun
Another person with a gun
That's real
I don't feel safe anymore
Sitting with my gun in my hand by myself cause I never feel safe anymore
the time, paint a Picture so divine
Who can decline, a beauty that once was mine
Can you listen, to the heartbeat and the sound
Of the flowers as they
I'm in Hollywood in AMGs my cap by RGB
And my crib look like a BNB I mean a CNC
IG model finna blow her bacc this dicc on TNT
40K I spent on cuban
And I don't wanna keep you close
If I'm hurtin' you the most
I'll try to keep my distance from you for some time
'Cause I don't ever wanna be that guy
Everybody shut up, woo!
Everyone listen up!
Hey, hey, hey, uh
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
If you can't write in the proper way
If you don't
Everybody shut up, woo!
Everyone listen up!
Hey, hey, hey, uh
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
If you can't write in the proper way
If you don't know how
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be
Chorus 2x
Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
You don't know the game 'till you fuck
That's how it goes
[master p]
Young nigga tryin' to get rich
Posted up
pop another perc imma OD
Then I pull up on the block where they know me
Vacuum seal nigga cut the pack that’s a slow leak
40 cal packed tight we don’t
Bumping heads you won’t last long
We give em all that they ask for
Gettin bodied again
Try to do this
But it don’t make no sense
They just copy and print
No
shootin long range
And that nigga aint gang he a stain
I aint micheal jacksonn make em beat it
I aint droppin no dime ima leave it
My forty hungry gotta
not touchin' the nine-nine
Touchin' my wallet, that's money, that's funny
You don't got none of it
Flex in your face for the fun of it
All of your hate
Chéfe gon' playin' my main theme song
Good day if I'm puttin' Forty Degrees on
Don't play about family nor my dough my aura is too cold like turnin'
they are not you
Forty on me new
Chains i got a few
Vacuum seal the money all in dubs don't fuck with blues nah
I don't wanna know her past i feel like
So many sticks in my SUV (SUV)
I'm with tap dancers, them niggas be steppin'
Forty gang, bitch, that's what I'm reppin'
I don't need a weapon, but
Don't listen to what stupid people say
You know that I won't waste my time to hate
Everyone is dumb enough and I don't need to think about it twice
niggas that's insecure, watered down, my shit is pure
Write down my number but don't call me 'til you sure
I ain't beggin' just tryin' to relocate
guard your mind
You don't have to listen to all the lies
Push back, fight the fear
You don't have to give in to what you hear
Push back, guard your
on the internet
But I don't never see them at the bank (hey)
I'm at the counter takin' out some rap money
The teller tell me that I act funny
I'm going shoppin'
like that
We didn't always have it, yaknowhatimsayin?
So this what we had to do to look fly, yaknowhatimsayin?
This how we used to get it in
your face and I don't even fucking try to (no homo)
Wish I had a basement mitt for me to hide you
We could play Xbox and listen to 'in search of'
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