Lyrics:
say GSO King hit gang hectic
I'm a fly young nigga I cant help it
When they see me they be like that nigga jiggy
I don't play if you owe me I feel
there
Because He didn't kill you for all the sinful acts that you committed
But he justified you
God bless me with this song, it simply speaks the life
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might front you one more, you cop two
Nigga
Too many racks, can't fit in my pants
Spread this shit out like a Chinese fan
I was dead broke, it was me
a bitch that's this bad
Pull up on the scene
Fuck it up
By any means
Fuck it up
Pocket full of green
Fuck it up
So fresh so clean umma fuck it up
Fuck it
guys, yeah
Rollin' 7's, if I gotta throw a dice, yeah
But, what a price
How we made it this side of our lives?
You gon' see me pull up some nice
I just
a nut
N in action I’m gonna get missing
She in my phone like a vixen
Tell by my walk and my talk
That lil shake dripping
Bitches be sleep on my pimpin
at school (Fuck that)
Rocking buttas so you know I got a tool (Bitch)
Money acrobat (Wallet doing back flips)
I ain’t have it nigga (I ain’t never have shit)
knock it off
I go crazy
I go stupid
I look brazy
I'm abusive
I go wild for the music
All this liquor got me ruthless
But she told me that I'm useless
She
fifty to geek it up
If it's smoke in your heart, nigga, speak it up
Nigga talk about it, I got young niggas already caught a body
I done fucked
with my left like Harden (like Harden)
So much water on my wrist it make my arm numb (arm numb)
All this money, bitch, I'm ballin' like LeBron's son
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
toss you in the bin
Like you ugly
Factual
I put you in a class like you a dummy
Fax
Double time it's simple
Not trippin
I got a thousand mothafucka
That
name on the headlines i make hits now i rule the charts imma Top dawg
Step on that beat and i kill it these rappers be hiding from me like they cockroach
name on the headlines i make hits now i rule the charts imma Top dawg
Step on that beat and i kill it these rappers be hiding from me like they cockroach
by any means
I told that bitch I'm not her lover, I'm not like Billie Jean
I'ma beat my case or get a dub 'cause I'm not coppin' pleas
Two Glocks
was priceless
IT'S LIKE THIS, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
Fightin the nicest in the crisis I slice em in half and make em dash
Like
lotta red like carti hoe
Like fuck you mean you know I got that switchy in this party hoe
Boy this terror town move wrong in this bitch they'll blow you
the lights, it's much too late
She eat me up on a Saturday
I'm feelin' tight, that's the kiss and say
Yeah by the bell, that's bliss, oh la da da da
Cut
why she's my darling
Oh no, it wasn't always like this
Coming home like night with no dishes
To eat that shit, had me pissed
So I had to go and get
tryna help many men
But I ain't going out like 50
Up this fully, you get kilt
Play your cards right and never tell a man your next move
Never know who out
on a glint now that bitch be like
Rrrr, look like I don't know what I'm doin
I put a brick on a bitch and now it's a hit
Them shooters gon' walk up and do it
Well, shit, check it out
I done found out that's there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh)
And bein' plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah)
Get
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