Lyrics:
tryna get his weight and height up, come on
Yo, yo, I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
So I had to did
tryna get his weight and height up, come on
Yo, yo, I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
So I had to did
Money keep flowin', hustlers move beside us
So I'm tip-toein, ' to keep flowin'
I got it locked up like Lindsay Lohan
Excuse me (excuse me)
And I might
'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
someone standing by it
No, I won't sign you an autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why
someone standing by it
No, I won't sign you an autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why
Get the bottle, when I see you we get lit tonight
I've been chopping up the veggies, we got kryptonite
I ain't talking, bitch I'm ready we go up
I won't sit for this I'm up now
You ain't gon' skip this kid when I'm down
I could go flip the switch in one round
I be building up brick by brick
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
fabulous outfits.
Eminem cookie, you want.
Yes.
Mashed potato.
Yes. And I'd like it mashed by Kevin Durant. If you can choose who mashes.
Which
time
Even if the lines is as shitty as 6ix9ine's
But this time they just ain't letting me get by
Fuck I'm finna do with this shit now
Damn I know
was so lovely
Your heart locked up
Put it in a cubby
I can't trust you might leave me bloody
I don't know if I wanna come home tonight
They gon miss me
If you claim you got that many
I'd just get attacked by wafers from
A horde of Christian grannies
To listen to your ramblings
Your fans must take
miracles tonight
Bubble thoughts I shouldn't have, all the halves of my highs
Speeding by me in the passenger side
Endless numbers, motorcycle gang size
only want paper, Only thing you can't get back is time
I gotta stay on my grind, I'm focused, I'm out in Clearwater, Right by the ocean
Kicking my feet
that bitch
Roll up on a prick and just get live
Uh I know some of yall are surprised that I think about this shit all the time
But it feels like I ain't
wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck (woo)
Look homie, ain't nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in
must've had too much to drink, I'm in my G-Mode
So all the ladies repeat after me 'cause it's the G-Code
Promise if I get locked, you'll come and pay my
've never met by their appearance
But these rainbow hair
Dummies fuckin' incoherent
At least I cleaned my act
Up before I started rappin'
Half these artists
eyed peas yeah imma be
Dancing like I'm Billie Jean
Stay alive like a Bee Gee
Pull up in a gran marquis
Lights all out like I'm shady
Eminem and Kanye
drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get
an irony in the room for two that I'm all alone with my demons
I'm getting up in my zone
Thinking like 'would you come?'
No don't bother
By the end of this
if you want it (uh-huh)
All you could need
Come and get it, get it
You're gonna get lucky tonight
I want you to touch me tonight
Long as you
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