Lyrics:
All I got left is four, I'ma drink it slow
I tote a big .223, pinch that baby nose
I give a fuck 'bout politics, I just play my role
I drunk three
a three and a 0
Bought a yacht, put the kids on a boat
Put a brick in a figure the four
Got a stick, it's a Sig, it'll blow
Mix up a fo'
My bitch,
the third, fifteenth through the thirty-first
Thirty-one, third, big three in my dirty squirt
Burnin' shirt, me and Nick speed, here, you heard it first
cake
That's why I'm livin' three lives, I'm in GTA
I'm in Los Angeles drivin' a Mercedes
And it's funny because honestly I didn't think I'd see LA
fell
Nine planets, sun, moon, stars, heaven, and hell
God Shit Biatch
Welcome to Los Angeles nights
Where the darkest streets get lit up by
pretty with the long hair
Yeah, fuckin' with three niggas at a time, damn
I'm just hopin' that the kid ain't mine, yeah, mmh
Tippy toes
Tall bitch,
He kicked it out of my hand, how real that?
Yo, a place where niggas get it on at
I think it evolved around three hundred raps, thirty stacks
He had
couldn't make it, I'm a take it by myself
I'm awaiting a vacation
Three bricks going to Kurt, coming home from Las Vegas
On the phone with Joe, finishing
There's a four by four, blacked out four door
Ice cold six pack in the floorboard
That's got my name on it
Hot little chick, cherry bomb red
fuck a fuckin baller [3x]
Ballin, Kilos in the attic chico
But of course shorty sore for like 8 weeks
You know I beat the pussy up like them Dre
written on your cooch
With rubber demands, condoms in your soft hands
I got plans for booty work to catch a lap dance
That skirt is workin', and by
cakes
And he ate one, two, three, four
But Jackie wanted more
Five, six, seven, eight, Jackie had another plate
And by the time he got to twenty
Anybody
Fuck around lay around do or die (Repeat x3)
"You figgedy fuck around you lay around"
Word to Joe Frazier got ta do what pays ya
Give a nigga
kids on a dead-end street
Told Smurf to get the keys to the Jeep
Three niggaz only goddam free
If you fronting, get put to sleep
Infrared beam over
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real
And live good, East coast West
thing bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique, and no you can't hang bitch
I go by YoungBoy, what it is?
Pull up, me
have it figured out by now
There's no need for me to hang around
I gotta get outta town
Five dollar drink and a lonely window seat
Half empty plane
nigga, uh
Not even in your dreams, nigga
In the land of revolution, IMAX 3D'd
Niggas think they can act and get handed freebies
Please, G, behind
on your side
(Fumes on the beat)
The devil in me, demon in me
I had six but I let go of three
Told my bredrin, "Let go of me"
He said, "Calm down,
Turn it up a lil' bit (Lil Boat) ayy, S3nsi
Lil Brook ayy (Ayy, haha)
Dumb shit (Yuh)
Ayy, lemme hear that ho, Jeff go
Five racks, then I turn it
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your
tellin you, ya know?)
[Verse 1]
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck
their hearts
And ate them up bit by bit
You made them cry,
Many poor girls cry
When they trying to keep you happy,
They just trying ta keep you
coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full
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