Lyrics:
before I be a pussy
And throw this shit away before I let a nigga push me
Extort who? I wish you niggas knew
I ain't even fuckin' with you if you need
-Check this out
-You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right?
(right right)
-but you a motherfuckin' TRU g,
If you get the muffins
what it is
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
If you got a problem hoe gone and spill it
You don't fuck with me then bitch you tripping
I ain't with
go
Fuck all that "taking it slow"
Right now, I'm letting you know
Right now, I'm letting it blow
They tryna gash me with lies
So if you really by
a eighth
Check hit for ten
Feeling blessed in the bank
Tryna make some rights for every
Left that I make
No more locked doors
Got the keys like Alicia
different don't care bout who I might offend
Niggas ride four seaters only carry one key Alicia
I'm so jeter been stuck on two since the fetus
Ops looking
sliding for the world, now I ride with G-O-D
I ain't pray for it, thankfully, pops knew what I need
Nah, I ain't Caleb Gordon, but I get from A to B
If you
brain
Besides that man ain't nothin' changed
Look at me now
I'm still a thug
Nigga I still smoke bud
(You know) you know I still represent
St. Clair
and see what im bout casa with the lime now
And if you like to smoke i got that fire burn that pine down
I mean burn them grams down
Feelin how we chillin
got that jersey that flips
You ain’t part of my crew, if you ready to jump ship
I never trusted you, this shit going according to script
I can’t handle
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
when you're working from the bottom
Ain't no pride, If I say I love you, that's the motto
Spanish vibe and her yiddies busting out the romper
Versace
Nobody know about a 9 to 5
Everybody's just trying to survive
You need a gun, can't use those knives
You got a bullet? Well just pull it
And if you
weren't here prior the day that i blow
Do me a big favor and stay off my phone
I do most of this shit by myself, if you can't relate then get out my zone
What
Got a glocky keep it in the tuck
Spanish mami call me just to fuck
Green flowers and they not for luck
If you playing with the team
Like
So it's probably a good thing
I ain't doin' that shit
PETAs are all just gangsters
With hard-ons for nature
And just 'cause THEY got molested
We all
[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
while the Lord's most gorgeous creatures take turns blessing me
I got your baby momma down on all fours
When drama comin', I'm all for it
If it ain't
pounds,
I'm talkin' mint green, I ain't talkin' Bobby Brown,
3 for 10 shawty how that sound?
[Hook:]
We get em in (in) then we get em out (out)
If you do
on to a crackhead
Dope boy fresh but all of my niggas savage
And if you ain't know my plug is Hispanic
My plug is Hispanic
My plug is Hispanic
I told you my money my
nights and cold shivers
Everyday got more interested in cold killers
Even though I was surrounded by these crack dealers
I was struggling to figure out if
nothing to eat
Got tired of being broke and God knows I wanted to join the streets
But he told me that's not the key
That's when I started making beats
If
capping, tryna cross Me like a crucifix
I just got a band & not gone lie you Know I blew the bitch
Really need to save but to be honest I'm not use to this
of nobody
But you're crazy, walking here on your own
It ain't safe around here
We shoot up your party and fuck all up fun up
Got caught by the bouncer, he
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