Lyrics:
the ground
I wanted to get in that ass, so I invite you to a show
But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck, bitch
Let's start
the ground
I wanted to get in that ass, so I invite you to a show
But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck, bitch
Let's start
Global mogul, ex-lover, I ain't tryin' to hold you
Watch me gain power like I changed in the phone booth
Low brim, Soulja Slim, cover me, I'm goin' in
in the Kia
Drop low, pull up drop shots in this vehicle
Where I came from versus where I'm at is unbelievable
My fiend know these bitches here with
like a newborn
Rounds in my drum, same number as them Newports
Got so high off of wax, I almost left my room torched
They wanna let me in the game, I
Always been the class king
Cazo here to pack heat
Bet I won't
Bet I won't
Bet I won't
Bet I won't
Breathing smoke
I been choked
Got 10 oppies by
as ladies go, baby you should know you're so patient
You're a thick skin, definition of low maintenance
But it's enough, time goes by
You can help but dim
swear I hit your reefer all the fuckin time
So lemme get the microphone check I've won two or three
Battles in my life for five or six different reasons
And we got drums like a band
Bitch I'm so hot need a fan
Bitch i don't care cause i can
Bitch I'm in charge Uncle Sam
Bitch you want beef i got ham
Pussy
And you been actin' conceited , I don't know the reason, so imma just up and go leave You
Yeah, imma just up and go leave you
I got Rick Owens, they be
Two revolvers, I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty who wit' me?
My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
Guess Who Back
Guess who back
Aye
I used to hate on scams
The money got low so i stepped in their shoes tryna get my share
Ch ch ching any pretty
the daytons and them tires
I be goin' so low, you can't get under
Niggas can't see me, ask stevie wonder, blazed in the chronic
Bumpin' delphonics, and my
and im posed to be sober
I got so many lanes in the game niggas think that I'm bowling
Got the band in this bitch if I'm rockin they rollin
Niggas still
Fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (Sixty bucks?)
CaTashTraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in
think that you could fuck wit us now
I lost my rock so every chop it got a drum now
No this ain’t drum line
I keep a gun by
If I get locked you know I’ll
Picture everything got so much better
From having to try to pull out barretas this time I wrote me a letter
Sent it too god told em I’m done with the flaw
Yeah, mula, uh
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent (amen)
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantee, but
money, get dough (That's right)
Get laid, get honeys, get low (Get low)
Platinum status what I live for
Sold four million now I want six more
Drum got more shots then the gahdamn bar
We trap on the road so we spark in the car
This gas too stank I hadda use a jar
Gotta be in my city I won't
Yea, I open wide
Yea, I open wide
The best way is low key
I won’t come outside
Take a look in my eyes
Do you feel me
Do you feel me
Do you feel me
Do you
they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
Check the drums of death
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