Lyrics:
tryna test my brain in the AM
That's an exam then it's on to a next man
Still scarred by my ex hoes
Could show her true colours in a photo
That's
the bar
One two three
I didn't think I could make it to my car
One two three
Guy shot me in my fucking leg
One two three
I crawled to my car and made it
miss' in
A case it be hard to solve em
Take no shit and I put that shit on my father
I'm turnt to the max ain't
No adjustin' my volume
And here's a little
can't really feel again
Standing on a hill again
Wishing I could end it all
I'm still waiting for your call
Say the word I'll drop it all
Say the word
Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops
Heart skip a beat whenever the bass drop
My shit is quakin
the shit that it cooks out
Hardest shit, put your chips up imma call again
Three of mice
On a road that’s crystal clear
Three of mice, till I saw again
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
Ayo
Real Talk
You already know
Singers gonna be like
Mmm mm uh uhhh
They're gonna be like that
Uhhh uh uh uhhhhh
This all I ever do
And it’s all I
and weigh it
735s I drive fits ta match
When I past
Bitches ask who tha fuck was that
Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
17 inch momos black
Yeah okay
Had to up the pills from two to three when will it end
Every day I'm waking up and I'm taking my meds
Been this way for far too long now
dictionary words on top of verbs
To prove that they wack
Pressing weight to the max
Hurt your man like swinging ax
Release it let 'em chat
Man amongst boys but
even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand (whoa)
And I'm on stage by myself, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead
sight
I'm not the five the four the three the two I'm the one so go get it right
I got a big body, why would I stress about shit when I'm already him
To me, you just a target, easy to hit
With that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss
Then it's 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit
And ripped, like
humiliated in public
Oh wait, I already did that with Endgame bitch, that shit got published
Now that it's out there, for the whole world to hear it
Your
To not go and be seen and just go and be me
And there was no in-between, you either loved it or hate it
Every CD, critics gave it a three
Then three
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
a term already fixed
On the day when it comes
No person shall speak except by Allah's leave
Some among them will be wretched
And some will be blessed
soda
Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha
With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers (uh)
I'm 'bout
Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing
Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains
I be rollin wit king t, and we all in
I can tell, yeah
Mmm, it's us
I can tell niggas jelly by the way they look
Pray to God my Glock don't jam, Lord knows I don't hook
Pull up
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you steppin' in your Air Max, bounce
You cockin' it back but where it at? Bounce
I got a six pack of Heineken
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