Lyrics:
where you lay
Man it's business. Don't even play
I can see you off your shit, but don't let it mess with your faith
Ain't no coming back from the day
If
Staying G's for life
Young ballers coming up
Staying high till we die
Staying high till I die with them Texas Boys
We putting it down in the Valley,
standing a lil' bit too close
I ain't no internet gangsta, I'm sorry dawg, we don't do posts
Swear these niggas are fake, it'll make ya heart shake, you
When I ride thru the city at the night
(Lil bitch)
I got you enticed
(Lil bitch)
You stay on my line
(Lil bitch)
You got your invite
To vibe with
bullet proof windows tented
Yeen gotta fake it with a n**** I dont do the pretending
Bruh want the trackhawk he don't want the basic engine
We love fast
girls
Lil robert playing football run the ball
My daughter rhamani blessing dog
I love daughter knya she in texas
A lot of these mothers be f****** messi
Big L, rest in peace
Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
We've got it
You can feel the realness
In this business of rap
Go ahead
Big L, rest in peace
Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
We've got it
You can feel the realness
In this business of rap
Go ahead
ain't no cap nigga
Slow loud and bangin in Texas
That's a bitch nigga trait
Put that mop in they face
They don't scream gang gang
When we hop out
Get away
yeah (click-clack)
Them niggas know what it is (click-clack)
North side of Houston Greenspoint Texas nigga (click-clack)
Aka gunspoint nigga stay with yo
got the hoes Young Hollywood?
I think he might
And I suppose, nigga we up in the night
That's right them bitches be staring
With Lil Moo in the cut
(*talking*)
What up Lil' Flip, how life treating you boy
[Hook]
Living the life of ice is nice, and fancy cars and all that shit
Going to bars
(*talking*)
What up Lil' Flip, how life treating you boy
[Hook]
Living the life of ice is nice, and fancy cars and all that shit
Going to bars
We eat nigga
You sleep nigga
Grind till we get it we gone flip and make it back next week nigga
You a weak nigga
You don't know better
You wasn't
by me, I want a lil' face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle, keep it on my
the clique
Mo' sex with the Rolex, come without a tip (yeah)
Mo' grip when the dough flip, gimme mo' lick
Whole fist break his whole shit, tuck up lil
came in this bitch with two deuces, some tight shit
I don't care 'bout no bitch, I pass her like Mike Vick
These VVS froze and cold like an ice pick
show
Book you a ticket
U might even sit in the row
Walk on the set with my necklace
Alexis no Texas I really don’t care
Who you messing with
that's enough for me
A lil' bit of love, some hug, a smile for me
That's all I wish or ask
Believe in me
Why don't you have some faith in me?
Trust in me
a thousand off a pound
Flip it triple it turn it around
Get you a lawyer in case you go down
Listen lil nigga don't be no clown
Can't fuck around with no hoe
Errybody gon eat
In my city I'm Godbody for real
Cant mess with my clique
Lil mans you Bugs Bunny to me
None of you niiiigis real
Coming up from
don't care what it be costin' in Boston
All around the city of Atlanta, Georgia
The 2 Live State, Miami, Florida
Ya don't wanna mess with Texas
Buffalo,
[3] - I'm going to vauco in my black seville
I follow two my behind a truck with half a mil
I make my first stop at my homeboys ranch
I ask him
think that it's World War II
By the way 1500 gon' slide with the cannon
I really don't be doin' shit to these niggas
But just let me talk, and I'll
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