Lyrics:
Bunnie, bitch I'm raw
Tell that dusted busted nigga hell
Serena Williams, nigga, I hit em with the backhand
Hoe SalonPro, I'm stuck to the track
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
money dance, well known for gettin mental on a rook (dolo-dolo)
What friends? Got my jay done sittin' on the right
Finna burn it til the burden of my
with you.
Written By: Ja’von Currie, Harold “Hype” Williams and the creators of “Belly”
haunted by Freddy Krueger
I put my faith in the creed, man, I feel like Ryan Coogler
I break the news on CNN, they call me Anderson Cooper
I be laughin'
confident
No opposition around me
Competing all by myself
Took the kid a while just to get like this
And still growing
Boy I'm on fye
It's gettin too hot
to let me fight back like that
Fight back like that
If you dumb
You better be tough
Better be good with a gun
cnd ready for when it get rough
When all is
Prank-callin Funkmaster Flex to get a playback
Fuck CD's, next year I'm doin 8-tracks
Video on Betamax with SMPTE on the screen
Even Hype Williams can't pimp me
gettin' money like Jay-Z yeah
Fuckin' on your bitches all the time
Your bitch a quarter she ain't a dime
Your bitch gettin' passed 'round by the guys
I'm
are
The homies wanna know where you are
The homies wanna know where you are
To all the young adolescent
Gettin' high stressin'
Can't act dumb don't ask
close
So present
So happy to be here
So pleased by your terror
The abject shriek in your mind
The perfect silence
As you tried not to wake your parents up
WELL I CALLED FERGIE'S CELL BUT KNOW WHAT
EVERYTIME IT RINGS WILL.I.AM BE PICKING UP
I COULDNT BELIEVE I SCOOPED EVE I THOUGHT SHE'D SAY NO
SHE WAS
dollars
Growing them weed plants had to stash them in the closet
Yea We was young bacc then we was wildin
Gettin our Hustle on and still tryna be scholars
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
gettin' smoked, you put a hand on me
Shots run it down even if he had a broken foot
All through COVID, we still sold it by the boatload to push
Pandemic
innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the community
While corrupt cops, be harassing you and me
Pullin me over, in front
Talkin bout problems my list gettin long
Bills gettin tall
Tried talkin to God but he's to hard to call
Tried talkin to God but he's to hard to call Can't
nigga try to act dumb
Y'all know I'm tryn stretch sumn
OC too hot, Lil Devil tryna burn sumn
Hell naw ain't no one on ones
It's me & da Blixk gettin
and take it from me
Your brain must be numb if you think you got my number
Boy, you're just dumb and I think you're gettin dumber
To think that you could
motherfuckin' Creator (whoa)
Me and Flacko Jodye been gettin' green by the acre
Sleeve by Cartier, texture is alligator (whoa)
Wipe your feet on that doormat
dumb-
Ok, let's take this one like this...
I don't wanna worry you
But my reflection's gettin blurry
And my feet feel like they're glued
To the concrete
dip out, I go here, I go there
And I'm steady gettin' blowed yeah
[Chorus]
Smokin' weed, feelin' fine, steady gettin' blowed
Makin' niggaz
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