Lyrics:
everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin'
too far from by the river
And I always knew I'd come far ever since I was a lil' one (D-Roc)
Nah, for real
I always knew that I'd be
I'd be doin'
nigga
She do what I tell her
I got star power, star power
Smoked a blunt, and got some head in the shower, Whoa
Pulled me upward four [?] and called
Usin' that lil' bitch to get in, I'm tryna split his wig
He the one took my dog, can't wait to hit him with this SIG (pussy)
Nigga play with co, I
a brain of Mrs. Obama
One semester left from being the first earning yo diploma
Came too far to throw it away by trying to model for FashionNova
Not trying
I live it
I'm a rider and if I ain't got it I gotta get it
Don't make me act a fool (fool)
Kick back lil' homey "be" cool, or "see" cool
Yeah, it's
face, go get back, you busy crying and shit
Want to be gangster in your 20's, got popped for trying the shit
I lead by example, practice what I preach
on her (yeah)
It look like she went got a new BBL
I'm like you done went got a lil' ass on you (let's go)
Your doctor did good, shit, I can't even tell
the victim lay
Slumped over bleedin', JFK
HK to your chest plate
Cave out and ride till the death, do you rep that way?
Forever I'm a be a Shady 7-4
R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe
Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit
Pulling live out of Philly
Young nigga love popping bad bitches
how it taste? (lil' bitch)
Back end nigga, that's a 100K (on god)
Four shows, nigga I can buy a Wraith (skrt skrt)
My street cred platinum, ain't
the jays lil bitch I can't decide
You think you gangster we slide then we ride
That boy a bitch why he think he got pride
Nigga you better put that
or twenty-four tracks if I need more tracks
Run in the vocal booth and close the door so it's soundproof
Freein my lyrics in one take if mistakes are found POOF
Headshot, headshot, headshot
Take your little bitch, make the bed rock
Everyone quiet when I drop
Oh, you a gangster, man, stop
Oh, now look at you,
a mansion
Run it up
Can't prance it
Run it up
Then chance it
All money in
I rinsed it
Lil bro Moving it
Dancing
Big four selling Mans
Bitch Ima beat you
that's gon' go get it
Give me one rack I'ma make Four more with it
Times like Four more with it bitch I'm oh so gifted
Niggas all cappin' I see four more
Shitting on niggas, my raps is laxative
Good killer, dope in my bloodstream, that's just how I live
Good killer, dope in my bloodstream, that's
not fuck with you guys
If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time
I ain't no gangster, but I got some bangers, some chains and some blades
the head 'cause any minute it could pop
Sleep wit' my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pop
No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap,
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
more
If you high then smoke a lil more
She moving like a six4
She make it bounce then she drop it real low
She hit the switch and lift her rear tho
I
Welcome to life, how we livin'
Shit, I gotta live right 'fore they miss him (they miss him)
On my grind, if you blink, you might miss him (you
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
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