Lyrics:
don't hit his chest
I'm tryna get a selfie from him
Put three Ps in the mail
I could philadelphia
We gettin' wealthy from him
2015, prolly had it giffy
like where I get that tattoo
Catch me if you can, had to tell her that I'm bad news
Oh no
I don't ever ever wanna go home
Every single day the same it
simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
I'm the Napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
I'm
simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
I'm the Napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
I'm
She get it from
She get it from
She get it from her mama
Go Rosie
Bow Bow Bow
Go Rosie
Bow Bow Bow
She used to Drive a Monte Carlo
Color purple no Harpo
hoe
When I drop her off ima get
Mo hoes
I'm in that carlo like monte
Pull up in the ac ponti
I'm in that yota toyo
What's that on my shirt polo
MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck on the dick, now the bitch
Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they
simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
I'm the Napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
I'm
Pass that scooby dooby please don't be a hog
Lets roll all the windows up and get lost in the fog
Poppin ??? feels swell burn my finger nails
Its
Trump any day
Brand new assistant I like, any day
Better get it right if you don't want gunplay
I'ma do it right and fill up the driveway
Bentley
dis comatoasted. Run up on me send shots to head to his gut to his chest I’m aiming focus.
Told dat bitch to check my heart beat. Cause love don’t live
[Skit]
Nelly: Callin these niggaz mayn
(*phone ringing*)
Nelly: Got me up on wait
Man: Can you get that nigga
Nelly: I know these niggaz is home
these dope dealers serving
Cut the work up, they surgeons
I don't want y'all bitches 'round me
Wack bitches make me curve 'em
Imported rug, that's
to the jet code
But it will never get deciphere by a rookie pilot
That's why I sit opposite to drive a 63 impala bad bitch
Change steering wheel guidence
tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car
when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac
all up
me for the day, and then be gone by tomorrow (By tomorrow)
Fell in love with you girl I was waist-deep (Deep yeah)
cnything you needed, you could get
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
No socks
Southern eagle, (?)fuck 'em all mane, we don't fly in fear
I grew up in the city where they figured they can kill dreams when they kill king
To get their
cannot keep up with time)
They say I'm selfish, helpless, need to get it right (Get it right)
How the fuck can I do good
With all these demons on my side
her, uh
Brand new money
Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny
I don't walk it, I run it
Keep it one hundred
Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer
a lesson
About to turn up for the year
No problem
Now I don't know where I'm going
If you looking for the money
Just follow
Cant my live my life by
Bruh we gotta- we gotta be out to Monte Carlo dawg
Real talk
Bro, it's over bro
It's up
We really- we really bouta be out there
Gangsta
Straight off
Bruh we gotta- we gotta be out to Monte Carlo dawg
Real talk
Bro, it's over bro
It's up
We really- we really bouta be out there
Gangsta
Straight off
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