Lyrics:
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
Test Aitch like, what come again?
Tell a man rest up in the booth, key'd up
Go ahh (Joke)
Me I do (Skrr)
On the beat man come like Mario Kart
Comin' out of me
Will just tear through you
In and out of you
Up and down your life
Like a curse
Cast by the only son of rags
Who would wrap you up
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
mean
Rags to riches, bones to bitches
Run up on us, blade to stitches
Rewrite your life, say goodbye to your missus
Run your your mama get kisses
Start
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
as an old cast crow
And you'll end up on your own
People you think you've outgrown
Like a thousand grains of sand
That fell out of your hand
In years to come
??
[BLUE RAG]
Fuck it, it's time to catch your hands up
Put the barrel of my Gauge in a Slob mouth with one shot
Blowin' them brains out and watch
the mornin' 'fore the sun come up
He'd kiss his sleepin' daughter
Steer out through the channel
And casts his nets into the water
Billy Sutter fought with
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
lies
Bro just pulled up inna beamer
Number 1 rule
Don’t bite the hand that’s gon feed yah
Said what i said ain’t no need for discussion
Buck if you want
seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin' slow, driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, digital and
I got a fast stashbox don't make
lot pimpin
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin
Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man
old wind
The shift and strain of the government reign
Make ya want just throw up your hand
like you’re being held up by Jesse James
We’ve got oil
and tells Fanny she's going to be a
Big star some day. Fanny asks how much Keeney is paying her,
And Nick manages to jack up her salary by pretending to bid
sinking by
I prey on anima, fill me up
Escape is futile yet they'll surely try
As I am swaddled with this cloak
I take them from their slumber
My jaw is
mocks each tear that falls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
He's always by my side at night no matter where I go
He lurks
drivin' or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions won't matter up there
Someday in heaven with the angels I'll sing
And these rags that I'm
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
She had a rag-top Eldorado, "tuck-in-row pleat".
She picked me up in Colorado...and put me right in the drivers seat.
I said "I got no money...you
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
Pleasantville, Sugar Land
UGK, Ghetto Boyz
I keep it trill and I stay street
20 ounce so I dunk a deuce and I
Chuck the deuce when I'm slidin' by
Smokin' kush,
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
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