Lyrics:
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on, the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
Test me
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
me v I p DJ Khaled m o b
Girls so hot ace so cold taking bets ace won't fold
(Chorus)
Hey we go by the runners just incase you forgot we did it
)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?
Never try me like
)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?
Never try me like
weren't me I'd also be
hating myself (Hate on myself)
Yeah
Like I'm masturbating made it all by myself
Huh
G.O.D Karma
My mind on these racks (Racks)
I
wanna burn it all
So much willie lynch in the air
I can feel the cotton breezing by me
I can hear the tap dancing from the closet
Ain't no questions if
Know your worth
Know your worth
Know your worth
Its like being black is like a trend now
Want me down they want to lynch me
My people locked in
like Rick Ross
How's my man getting views
Your shit
Your times running out tick tock
Love me a Filipina with a fat back
You know ima hit it like a car
what a give away. Did you here that, did you here
that, eh? That's what I'm on about -- did you see him repressing
me, you saw it didn't you?
Scene 4
The beat go off?
Keep ya mouth closed it need to be stabled
They tryna judge me, they put on a label
I call you a fool like the first day of April
believe it
Everytime I rap a motherfucker stop breathin'
Have you ever been in a dilemma for a reason? (Nah)
Well, let me introduce you to the crucial
fucking with the Brotha Lynch and you'll be dealing with a pistol
and for your man I got a nine in my nick so
punk nigga what you trip fo
sweating me about
it's on nothing
It's on ciders by the dozen
Buy you something what you wanted
Just a ring, okay I got it
Back to the beat and I'm feeling like Biggie
I'm
it up than take my assistance
Yeah I fucked up I'm here to fix it
Is you gone let me
Yeah paramedic
I need some head
That could cure me a headache
I
Toxic masculinity will trigger you
Cynical
The narcissist in them tryna belittle you.
passing on that energy,
But don't know that it's spiritual.
Claiming
night and I'll be whipping in a foreign
Ya I said it so i mean it you best believe it
So conceited thinkin you could beat it
I don't even get defeated I
now? So he's standing there, an hour and a half goes by! I'm... no, it wasn't quite an hour now, I
lie, I kid you not though, it was about one hour
you gotta they try to take thangs
I was shrinking the circle before cake came
Uh, now I make it do a backflip
Try to play me, probably end up with
practice all about preach
Call me a bigot
If you don’t like what I teach
Try to destroy me
When you don’t like what I say
You are the lynch mob
You are
kudos (you know)
Yeah we move weight like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like judo southside!
[Ving Rhames]
Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
the cash
Load the car up with bags
Treat that package like my dash
Watch me move it fast
They say if your not first
Then you're bound to come in last
Pedal
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
.png/203px-Ross_Lynch_2_(cropped).png "Ross Lynch")
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