Lyrics:
Bitch stop tryna' call my phone, my shit on dnd
Nigga tryna' get the drop like tmz, cause they know I'm down to spin like a dvd
These lil niggas get
late my
Eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so temperamental, it's mental
I get money but you still see me in a rental
Shaking the petrol pump
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
lit up the board
Ship it like Sicily switching the score
Three six the pick if the iddy epiphany flipping these giving me bidding me more
Fitting when
Dope in the sixteen bars
Recited by yours truly
Fuck that bitch playin' Gucci
That's ratchet as fuck
I told her "back it on up"
My jacket matching
Hatin' on me but why? you should go get a check
You gon' do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon' come for your neck, I suggest you protect
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
the spot, cuz it's hot
Damn, on the get-a-way he had to drop a cop!
Man, that's deep!
The Dallas Morning News read
""Kennedy Slain on a Dallas Street!""
Elm
pica?"
tu me ore, toda vida
I kick it to her like a real thug should
bacardi limon, hydro in a black wood
my name is dot, you hot boo, how you do
like
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
if they try to come for me
These mask and gloves ain’t stopping these
V2’s 223 I’m drumming through the pilot
With a AR 5.56 this 203 a rocket
Drop by
rapper, I hit it
I'm with it try to tell me I'm
Losing and niggas winnin'?
They ain't want to see me on the yacht, no
They don't want to see me in the drop
told me "I'm a lez"
And she ain't like too much of dick
but give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got family, don't need your
where the jugs be
Can't help it if the folks at MTV love me
y'all see the T.S. we shining, come to the be-X we grinding
y'all want to be us keep
Everything authentic, everything authentic
I own all of my shit no it ain't nothin' rented
My LLCs got me counting up them benjis
Handle business
with a Ten (that's it) balling by myself and not no team (yeah)
Shit I'm starting to feel like Kobe bean (I ain't passing shit)
Balling yeah we trying
same color as butter
When I ride by, niggaz be like damn I can't believe it's butter
Believe me dog I ain't never gotta spit
Iced-out grill that says
I'm havin' it, livin extravagant
And part of the reason she wanna get with me
Transcribed by https://otter.ai
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Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
sweating me
Tired of the fake love, tired of the enemies
It's my bad luck, I've been playing with my penalties
Tired of the trap drill, got up on the melody
Need no edit
Oh naw, wanna diss me Forget it
"Mbee gon' drop you so Hot", you said it
No Ralph but the record I Wreck it
Got that wave on my chest That's
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
Run as fast as you want, they'll still hit you like Ricky
They do it all for money, what you think they'll do envy
Goal is rags to riches, having plenty
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