Lyrics:
gangsta shit nigga we did it
I sport khakis nigga fuck denim
for all you bad ass bitches I'm in em
what it is what it was to all my Crips to all my
suede wheat
In the leather jacket or the triple triple beige geese
Peep..... my flow is too 90's for the game
Still pop Cristal when the dimes be in
though I aint active, aye aye aye, Jumpin out the rolla H.a. f., with the toaster on the side cause the gold on my neck, I be all a bout a check no flex,
love the way my weed blow in the ghetto breeze
I'm in Miami where I live it ain't no palm tree's
Niggaz be on the block with work they got from the dock
and mirrors
From your friends they be gassing you to burn you in the end
I wish you knew that some of your bitches "blue hat "
iPhone emojis always capture my
See you get a lot of chances in life,
All it takes is that one,
Hook;
Money don't fold jewelry stay froze,
I got 30 on ma wrist bitches on my dick,
Feel the wrath, on my behalf
I drop math, and english, leave you squeamish
Then I squish your wish you're all fuckin dreamers (alla y'all)
No time for
Move by my lonely no such thing as homies
They in it for money they flex for da gram
I do this for me and my 200 fans
Niggaz ignore because they Kno Who
Yea...
Kslimm yea they know my name
Look
Yaaa
Look
I'm writing life by these candle lights
Dark nights and I seen it bright
Long days we was feelin
the fame
All we did
Was all to survive
My names my name
And Im sure to reiz
Either a open lane
Or If needed I pull a coup de ta
Next move
And I'm surely off
with theses bitches
Singing songs to the moon
Too high to judge
Call my ex bitch that did foul shit
Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge
Back
niggaz world famous cuz we blessed to flow
Makin all the fly bitches get sexual
Spread the butt, bust a nut then you best to go
It's east to west, yall
mane
All this happened in a year
365 days
I be feeling like why I'm here
On the best of my days
FaceTimes with my daughter
Help answer that question
Till
is true lies
It'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides
All I can say is save some space for me
We the best that ever did it and bow
'cause of the duct tape you fuck face
The Demigodz from Chrome Depot blazin with .38's
My clique is famous for the way we spit and rock flows
Leave
signing off on wagers
I can go airplane with the paper
Lived downtown Portland by the Blazers
Any bitch I fuck on turn crazy
Threw Barbie away for a black
chrome, 24's, 25, 26's
(Smokin' while we hollerin' at some bitches)
We gettin' twisted with the law on my back
With a white Desert Eagle in the floor
heard you talking shit and throwing salt up in my game
But all y'all pussy niggaz soft
Cocaine
Everybody really gotta get up out the way
Cuz the king's
all for the bricks niggas manipulating trynna deceive you so they can take your life but why
I can't lie this music shit brought lots of problems to my
100 at all times
She like to hustle
She like to grind
She like to stack
She like to shine
She call me daddy
She my lil mama
And Lil mama know that daddy
tempted by gifts them niggaz bought you
Guilty, talk about other bitches I talk to
Leavin' you a message every time I called you
Voice mail for my top
Minds weak
All connected
Style perfected
Rhyme perverted
Spit cursive
You bitches heard it
By the record fam that shit is worth it
Cannabis delicious
Sitting at this table, it's all white folks and I'm just a Nigga
Way I walked in this bitch you can tell I'm the richest
7 figure income upscale my
time thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
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