Lyrics:
bread she gave me beak
Hit that once now hide and seek
Have the bank on diet cheese yeah ugh
Dj's playing bottle's lit
Bad and bougie wants a tip
Got my
talking bout me too
Talk bout dollars you talking bout me too
Talk bout dollars you talking bout me too
They talk about green like me
I call them Mr. me 2's
Peezy Te I’ll be 2 million up
She heard that I’m having green now she tryna fuck
Bitch I been turnt
This shit ain’t new to me
Fast cars, SRTs,
trying so hard
Got girls on left, got guys on my right tryna max out my card
Its black by the way
They got their bottles, their bottles on me
It's in my
trying to be more me
Check it, I'm not somebody that you heard about
I'm not like herpes, I ain't spreading round by word of mouth
I'm barely trying shit
me you would never end
But I made you from the earth
Except I jumped and didn't come back
Hey, look at all the things gone by
It's a stream
to me nice
We can kick it on the weekend so we can
Just stack our bottles to the ceiling no feelings
Not looking for a wolf in sheep skin no fleece man
On my grind you could see me skate
I roll in a Holden while I’m holdin' while it’s stolen brudda get stopped by the d.e.a
Still got love for the team
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
buy, no rental, yuh
Make me wanna ride, no pedal, yuh
Baby drink the water, how else I'ma feed my fine rose petal? Yuh
Imagine your wildest dreams
to return to his home
Hunter Hunter of the mind
Green in color dark inside
You will always stand by my side
Hunter Hunter be my guide
Lead me through
it's the dream
Gonna smoke some green
Grab the knife slit the throat of my enemy
Remenicing on the past ain't a friend of me
Body dropping to the ground
hitting my phone asking me to do shows
Black bottles everywhere I step in love with Belaire
I just rolled some cookies up that came sealed in the mail
You
Shawty what you drank?
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all
dumb they don't know me
I'm a star no matter what it seem
Don't believe go look go see
Your chain so fake you're neck green
Don't be mad cause yo bitch
We tryna to see better days
But how the fuck six hundred suppose to feed a whole family
We living in dark times enough to make you grab a bottle
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
know the business
Pop his ass, we drop his ass, that be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me, so bet, let's get it
you like
Needles in a bottle
Feed you like your mama
I can get you off
If you got no plan on stopping
If you wanna party
You don't need to call me
Call
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with something that's round and profound
me?)
Couple bottles
Couple pounds of greens on me
Said you could stay the night
If you really fuckin' with me
Said that's that pink shit
That mint shit
I'm writing it?
Tryna feed the kids
The narcs striking us like lighting
My young boy 17 took a 20 to 40
By the time he do that 20, my youngin' be 40
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