Lyrics:
I'm coming out your radio
I don't know who you're hating bro
But from here i don't know
If up is the right way to go
Because when people start
a broad day in the mall
Up in glocks wit body shops takin' a fall
Fuck you cock swats feds and all
[Jay-Z]
No no no homie, I didn't say I could hit
my brother from the Surf Club
Damn that nigga always kept it so hood
Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods
And have girls fall through like
hear from
It's the funky man, the brother with the same sound
I've been coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the microphone cause it's my
Yeah
Yeah
Fuck with y'all, I ain't kissin' ass like you bitches plan to be
Lookin' like a stool with two legs
Cause I know that you can't be standin'
Followed by some grandeur
And he looks like he ran here
My feelings feelings unclear
SHUT THE FUCK UP
Eat your fucking greens
WAKE UP FROM YOUR DREAMS
Then
Gawddayum, I don't know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down
I'm from the streets that
Tuesday give him hot shells like a taco
Watch his big man fall like tacko
Fuck his vest headshots headshots whoa
Look at this mess here
Done fucked up my
Y'all want smoke, bringing the gas
I'm on the way, bringing it fast
Y'all want a quote, 30 round mags
I'm on a boat, dropping off bags
Kurt take aim
ran from nobody you know we can shoot it out broad day
Fuck Instagram I really get active they know I'm in go mode
Walk around my city by myself I don't
bitch named Alexis
She from Texas, whip a Lexus
I'm droppin' turds like Amber Heard
Grunting like I'm giving birth
Onto the page with written words
Tell
Yeah
To my life, I hope to see you next year
Yeah
I'm thankin' all of my enemies
I hope you know that y'all set the villain free
So I will never fall
hate loud get da trey pound
U gon see da power n b ghost
I'm the illest on rap man dey no dat
Tellem Isa trust fall day mean fall back
Bitch I'm from dat
top
Yea, Yea
Yea
Everybody say that they been on they grind
But they been fall by the wayside
How you a thug at night
But Charmin in the day time
Steady
the right amount of thick savory sauce,
Drippin' with noodle nuggets and Texas tough onions.
Mm mm that's hot, God Damn Hot.
Ask for it by name.
spirits bright!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
To chicago every night, oh...
Harry:
For chrissake, rhonda! have you no shame?
Thing-fish:
Y'all make up
the Fook
Who said rules applied here? Fuck the Book
Fuck the song, fuck the chorus, fuck the Hook
Spanish style, consider beans that were put
On the floor,
pockets I can't even tell
Fuck nigga back up, back up
Don't get too close hendrix in the cut
He gon' hit you with them hollows
From Texas to Ohio niggas
finally open (chaaaaa)
outta the UFO's come thousands of 100 foot native american indians?!
We're gonna be watching like.. FUCK those are huge indians.
and he serve you shit
Then he need that head you get and he deserve your bitch
Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all ya life
Dwellin'
never used to wanna produce
Him or introduce him
Gettin textes from niggas who rappin
Text messages cuz i'm the one producing
Nowadays I get more Texas
Couldn't fuck with me from day one
I got a black line, now I got a grey one
I play the game you don't wanna play don
So it's best that you just stay
Out
the Microphone Nut's loose
And you're wonderin' how the fuck did
This madman get cut loose?
From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids
For murderin' up some fuckin' white
still got the block jumpin
Shawn Marion i said a hater disrespect me
Then I'm airin em
He don't dig me where I from we just bury em
We count money, fuck
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