Lyrics:
lit
Or an amethyst
Shining beneath a diamond
Filthy RICH
They was fuckin up commas
And screamin
Life is still a bitch
So you
Love her
Leave her
Fuck her
So many ladies (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy)
Ladies (And I got love for the ladies)
Ladies
Ladies (Fo' real)
Ladies (Remix)
[Chorus]
myself ( y dat ) ok
& if u don’t like it swap it out boy we got that shyt n here ( n heeerre ) come bak
Trap or die
I can’t help myself
I
C Notes
Dem shots were produced by me
Beat dat off watch a boy turn ghosty
(Dead boy)
I’m shitting myself I pray to the lord every night everyday
Dat
a foot on their neck
The block hot
Boys still selling wet
Percocet,Molly, Percocet
Y'all easily impressed
Homie got some shit that ain't hit the surface
Pop out with sticks and shoot lil willie
Bitch I'm hanging out the sunroof 762 gon leave em missin
Bk you betta stop dat dissin
Bitch ion gotta pop
to reverse it
I'm on a mission to get it in
Person, first I'ma start off by learning
It's the
First form, you can't scratch
The surface, bitch, i'm surfing
(Aye, lemme get a 8th a dat,)
(You know what I'm sayin' pourin' up by da treys)
(Yea aye what ya sippin' boy, aye what ya sippin' boy)
(Zone 1,
Ply me wit
Until
He D.I.E
Laugh & See
I Let it fly
Like veeze
I ain't worried
bout dese niggahs
So don't ask
bout me
I crop Ah
Bitch out
Leave tag
By p
on, 'dewlla! play dat lil' guitar one mo'gin!)
(spoken)
Uh-oh! I smells trubba! he be messin' wit pigmeat heahhh! muthafucker be rejectin' some
with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Young, the boy might go nuts
Whole sale niggas just like donuts
Creme be crispy
hoes by 6 pack
Hit em wit da get back
Don’t know where he get dat
Said he bout it, he can’t get his shit back
Can’t nobody fit dat
His bitch so we
that we smokin' wit bigger leaves planting wit bigger seeds can't help it baby this is the life of these G's
We G'z boy y'all betta know full of malt
our own ting, I don't even pree dem
I was 8-een, I was sliding in dat BM
And now I'm 22 and model's slidin' in my DM
You barely touch the surface while
You think dat lil nigga yo homie
He gone fold on ya
That's why I'm thuggin by my lonely
Ima soulsteala
The feds they tryna build a case
Say I'm a drug
slide to knock a head off
One shot to the arm permanently turn ya legs off
Dead wrong if you fuckin wit dat boy cee
I can send some niggas too but I wanna
bitch den leave heartless hop inside that V park it
I'm in a riot mosh-pit I told dat bitch to be quiet talk less
Suck dis dick don't bite it jawless you
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
think)
Hating on me boy should ashamed (boy you should be ashamed)
Yea
I got dat fire I’m bringing da pain (pain)
Yea
Shoot close range like I’m ina
different
Denzel
They ain't got nothin' on Me
I told you
None of them boys
Can't do it like Me
Gloves on
Leave no evidence
Sick flow
Need no medicine
Top
different
Denzel
They ain't got nothin' on Me
I told you
None of them boys
Can't do it like Me
Gloves on
Leave no evidence
Sick flow
Need no medicine
Top
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
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