Lyrics:
and Fynn
A freckled-faced lad with the sea in his blood who never knew panic or fear
Perhaps that's why it was that they called him John Ross
John Ross with
money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm
checks, keep ice on our necks Shit, I want it on my wrist too
Are you happy to see me or is that a pistol
Girl, stop it, it's a three. five I'm counting
she likes me cause i'm iced out
Lil' baby
Do shots
Don't pay
I'm bad
She's crazy
Wait
Run it back
Like Lynch
Call shots
Like Brady
She's bad
I'm crazy
his neck
I'm tryin' to stack a grip so don't let me hit this dank
'Cause if I hit this dank, I'ma shoot me a bitch
Fuck it, *puff*, bang bang,
Five
Get it with my flow
You dude be writing y'all don't go
Harder than me off the dome
Tell em about your life
Tell em how you came up
I came up in zone
Came with the sauce
Like i'm sippin' out the voss
And they say I pop percs
But the percs pop off
And I lynch these rappers
Like a Rick no Ross
grandmother
Doesn't it look like she has a brother?
TJ reminds me, not to worry bout what man might say
Talking bout the problem ain't living by faith
Just
you when im smoking reefer
But that don't mean that I don't care bout your feelings either
Ive been double crossed, stabbed out by some cheaters
Its
the Predator
It's gettin' dissed by the editor
Looked up and hell of white for caper
It's to lynch a nigga on paper
But I'm much too black for the god
me put your hands up (hood)
My hood niggas can you stand up (I'm so hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't
element, haven't sent
Or paid my dues nor paid the rent
Notoriety ain't content
No cry in me, I repent for my sins
It's a no, no, no where I live
If you aint
skilled
Propane sniffing
Young king of the hill
Casket by 35?
It's been real
Contraband loaded
In a GTO
Prosecutor put me
Six feet below
Congressman emulate
unless you came to slob me
Come on kemosabe
It's past time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick
then she grab me
will be fully engulfed by this Energy
I don't have enemies
I just have people who envy me
You can't handle this pressure
You on ya last knee
Just
have to take you downtown for some questionin'
Damn, a blessin in disguise if you ask me
I was just about to hit the highway with my last key
Could it be
go)
Lets take it down south (lets go)
Yayo, ross
This is D- Block
This is D- Block
This is D- Block
This is D- Block DDDDD you know my name
( rick
I'm a boss
I did this shit by myself
Bitch I said
Fuck the cost
I been got rid
Of some pounds
Got me feelin
Like Ross
I can't stop
Gettin it now
mistakes
(Rodney, I love you, homie!)
I'm only human
(Appreciate it, dog!)
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'ma make my mistakes
[Rick Ross]
12 years old
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
it
Got on the phone said "Amigo I'm on my way
My bitch is tripping, I need a place to stay"
she's talking to me like I got no brain
Cause of that
don’t question why,
Nothing adds up you can’t leave it behind!
[Hook]
I am not driven by family or tradition,
I am not driven by family or tradition,
I
(audience)
I went to the mall I'm shopping at Ross, you know that I'm steady coppin it (coppin it)
I'm fly like an ostrich, you know I'm just like DaBaby cause
Oh, Oh,
Oh, Oh, Hear me
Gangsta Comedian
Rick Ross what you waiting on man
Sign my Daddy
Rick Ross what you waiting on man
Sign my Daddy
Rick Ross
.png/203px-Ross_Lynch_2_(cropped).png "Ross Lynch")
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