Lyrics:
whack and my timing was off
Fuck her with nothing on but my two socks
This shit aint TOMMY this shit cost a-lot
Bitch I got money I got it on lock
Ran up
at
Snort my ass go to cardiac
In that Pontiac
In the back of the back lot
Jakes come through too late cause you bloodshot
I am that ice in your vein
(Hi, hey, love, I'll come check you out)
(Never gonna give up on you)
(So what are you gonna show me first?)
Yeah, we gonna do it like this (well)
from my dogs
I don't say a lot, I don't wanna talk
It just turned twelve o'clock but
I can't even walk
Dust from my dolls, crosses on my eyes
I just
identification, I don't think so sir. There are uh taxi cabs in the parking lot.""
Sigh, alright. *steps*
Fuck. *door* *steps*
I feel a little more connected when
and freaky then drink some more
P.O. trippin bout a nigga takin drug inhancements
Askin me if I been smokin while my ? readin Branson
I say no sir not by
gonna hate
Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate
Yeeea yeeee
I'm gonna smoke some fuckin blunts
Pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna come
mix and match
My hat by elevate
This girl i got attached
Ignoring all the hate
I'm Talking only facts
I been pushing myself
To get what I want
And if
tell her cuz
I got two other girls tryna get my buzz
I mix it with the cuss and fuzz
Ask my cuz he know a lot
He just tryna play cuz he got that sauce
and drown
I would come save you from all of the pain
I get a check and I run to the bank
XL the Uber take me where you stay
If I die with you holding me I
your shenanigans
Yeah I'm in decline falling for Madelyn yeah I'm talking Outer Banks
I was scrolling through my phone today
Same stuff man it won't go
'm living life, I got a bad bitch and she by my side
She want me to blow, I stay on the grind
Ain't telling no lies, just pass me the mic
I'll spit on it so
de
Ayy, bae (ayy, bae)
I'm thinkin' 'bout poppin' the question (oh my God)
Like do you wanna watch boxin' or wrestlin'? (Ah)
I joke a lot, but
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and i'm born to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your
Bottega's
Cartier Frames
Nigga I'm Shameless
Pardon my
Pardon my
Pardon my bank bitch
Pardon my bank bitch
Niggas talkin shit
But they ain't shit
My
a stank hoe
Got a lot of racks and I take em to the bank hoe
Fucking on a bitch then I slap her with my bankroll
Dragon ball looking nigga might just hit em
Power Famines
And I Begin an Armageddon
When i Arm my Cannon
Hack off your Limbs off the Grid
Conscious on Goddess Kali
Show prominent dominance
On this
before the game
This is a God's dream my mini me is a mix of
Two of my favorite things
Me and my wife's face
All I think about every day is how
I get my
perhaps
So I can relax
So I am in tune with my plans
All of this cash how will it fit in the bank
It's over that way
Come mix it with soda my babe
Ain't
Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I'm tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that's flavors
Colors
at the Appollo
I ain't that $198.66 check from McDonald's
Bitch I'm the line through the "t" and the dot on the "i"
I'm the motherfuckin' crocodile
'm on some winning shit
Big gwap big business shit
Check my pot I see them dividends
Check my knot I see them Benefits
All in the mix
Ball to we shit
Ball then
ya to come get
I'm 2 steppin' with my weapon
Cause they don't check 'em up
I know niggas from 'round there
And they don't check us
All of the niggas
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