Lyrics:
[Hook] *some lines will be added and withdrawn through the song*
Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up)
Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up)
Bob
my ends, and let my head lay
But when I'm free, a couple P's, and it's a fun day
S.R.A. Bumpin' classics down the freeway
Hater showing me a friend
from pushing my product
Towel by the door on the floor de Ramada
Flanked by the P dank armada
Cam Grizz tell a whore "HEY" posada
Piñata piñata
Piñata,
Versace, We Can Eat Hibachi For A Living
Text Me When You Drunk, So I Know It’s Real, Ayy
I Be Hard Off G.P. Fxk A Pill, Ayy
You Can Hate, Cause It’s Too
Versace, We Can Eat Hibachi For A Living
Text Me When You Drunk, So I Know It’s Real, Ayy
I Be Hard Off G.P. Fxk A Pill, Ayy
You Can’t Hate, Cause It’s Too
waiting for the day when Clinton legalize weed
[Dom PaChino a.k.a. P.R. Terrorist]
It's like gun play when my darts spray
Leave you scarred today,
me
It's C H O double P E R C I T Y
Nigga, till the day I die
I'm from the hood, I'm down to earth
When I'm in the streets I be out there head first
like I love Lucy
my crib is crawling with blunt roaches and
when I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them
lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow
hit
faded
By the time they find the body
Me and my deejay rock the block party
Deejay please rock the Bob Marley
Let's tap the keg and get started
This weed
premeditated
My alibi cannot be faded
By the time they find the body
Me and my deejay rock the block party
Deejay please rock the Bob Marley
Let's tap
in that Nolia
I'm a gangsta, the streets backin' me
I ain't goin' back to Baby, stop askin' me
It's C-H-O double P-E-R...C-I-T-Y
Nigga, till the day I
to you, aw
Bob Ross, yes please
Bill Cosby no thanks, uh
R-A-P-I-S-T
"Rapist" that's what Bill Cosby is
And you know he gets it in the biz
Sneak into my
I curse With this song
Creep up your neck like a bob
Fucked up your B and its Rob
Need a plan B for this thot
Did she take it or not
We fuck for
(So let's get down, get down)
(So get down, get down)
This is remeniscin' of the days gone by
When the brothers were fresh, and the ladies were fly
the case, I'm on the job
Don't like to chase, Charles Shwab
You set the pace, Girl, it's no prob
Can't believe what I am seeing every day when walking by
Got
Straight to my fantasy
YMM Fantasy already know
All of these niggas
They know they can't
Stand wit me
I feel like Stan Lee
R.I.P Goat
I feel like Magic
by their own hand
Their own will
All because they cant provide
The all mighty
Dollar dollar bill,yall
Everywhere i go
Everywhere i see
C.R.E.A.M
Angels like Charlie
Or getting one love like Bob Marley
Now over 40 and instead of a midlife crises
I'm the life of the party
But In those dark days I
After the show na party
Come keep me company
Eee
If you give me one chance
Ana rush ya
One milli for the night
Joor, ma lo cast ya
Fuck till day light,
pay
Trust me, your airdrop will be coming, soon, any day
Directors of Handshake, you know we the core
Contributing to Handshake, it's never a chore
NFT
nothing but slugs, shit crazy
Bk all day, catch games at the bob clay
In the suite
But ain't nothing sweet about make powder
Hands up if you fucking with
Yeah
Who needs it
I got it
Sleepin with that
Sleeping with that pistol
Demons want my tombstone to read R.I.P we miss you
Won't take a loan if rent's
to P.E., MC Lyte ha ha
Robocop, my man Scott LaRock, ha ha!
My man Big Bob, Sidney, haha
And you don't stop, and you don't stop, and you don't stop, haha!
their by raymes
Spin the block back to back not talkin paycheck
He want smoke so I'm like say day
Trap jumping how high just like flight deck
And my pp
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