Lyrics:
bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (yeah, yeah)
Hold up Kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby
I'm in that black Bugatti and I'm off that Carlo Rose
I'm-I'm-I'm with that Taylor
Wait
I'll be there by 8
Meditating I be meditating
I be innovating
I just change up the flow
Change up the drop
You already hold on
Slat slat
In the back
stretch of ol' barbed wire, Drops of rain fallin' from the sky seem to know my pain,
Know that I'm about to, reach out to hold your hand in mine
Feel
of the pussy club, so mine
Getting bricks by the G's, fittin' to rain and shine
Then head to another one, headless flyin'
What up to the DJ, straight
car, triple black drop bird
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp
? heat shot
? gonna get your bed drop, nigga
Triple red drop, bouncing
Now I'm overcome
By the light of day
My lips are near, but my heart is far away
Tell me what to say
I'll be your mouthpiece!
Into the light
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Iced out shawty move that thang got me like woah
It's a drive by in the club by the way she drop it low
I ain't switchin' for the fame I ain't never
the gun to sin
Like an angel with the dirty wings
Tainted by tastes of the soul
This is another level (I need to love)
Deep in black roses
Dateless
Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream
Our time, short and precious
Your lips, warm and luscious
You don't have to wear false charms
'Cause when I wrap you in my hungry arms
Be real
'm leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no
Way about Jay so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way
Hold on i was conceived by Gloria
Carter
when you misbehave
Pray
Praying I'll come back for you
Preying slow
I'll turn you black and blue
Come to hold my hand
Come to get the fever
Come
your lawyer
My heart dropped when I seen him hit the corner
They was in the black Taurus, Dodge Charger, Explorer
Beat me to the ground and used my
your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl I can't front now
I'm nervous
I'm like hold up
the guap (ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Uh, money come in won't stop
You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know any time I'm gon' drop
You
(It ain't)
Imma make uh, Imma get uh
Imma make history
Imma get rich for me
This rap this rap ain't shit to me
Hold up
I feel to profitless
Listen to this beat bruh
Let it take over your mind cuh
Black black roses you can't hold this
These are for the ones who show me love and they
dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold
(Watch this)
Wai-wai-wait, black nigga, wait, wait, hold up
Black nigga with blond waves
Just got paid
Direct deposit money my way, I'm about to blow it
whole life thinkin' out the box
Boxin' homies three-on-one, got DP'ed but I ain't drop
Chirp on me, here I come, brrt, spin around the block
They
Got a black wraith, two Mags
And a big glock
I'm just sending all these shots
And I never stop
Your girl by my side
She give good top
When I empty
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Aye you know who doesn't like Mac Lethal?
Black people
You know who doesn't like black people?
Mac Lethal maybe if he didn't act emo
Or one time
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