Lyrics:
This be wavy California
Ninja game I sneak up on y’a
Get swept up by my aroma
Head to toe in Damir Doma
Game so tight so tight it’s over
Peace
First off let me start off by saying free my boy out that pen (He gon' make it)
If I lose one of my nigga I won't see they face again (I'ma be hurt)
E3 Smoke nigga
Tell em what we on
Never broke again
On my YoungBoy shit ay ay
On my YoungBoy shit, never goin broke again
Ain't nobody safe, Street
lawyer drop a case
You love me, tell me where he stay
So I can spin it like the combo on my safe
Posted in the slums with my gun
Bad as fuck, lick her
Listen it's not long
It's very quick listen it's D Double
Still the lick yo, listen
I only deal with original written
That's why man like me is
foe he was cut from a different cloth
Make these hoes lick it up cause he drippin sauce"
Lil foe 22and he been a boss
That nigga coulda been a dentist
me like a lame nigga
He takin' pictures with them guys, we get him framed, nigga
I just hit a top opp with this Glock, I'm finna frame it
I got tallies
on that dirty Texas
Yo bitch just sent me a text message
I didn't reply but i looked at it
I swear i ain't got no time for no bullshit
My gas tank on E
Let it flow, deh-deh-duh (yeah) it's on (beh-deh-deh-deh)
(Den-e-neh) on... (yo, aiyo)
[Chorus]
Keep on knowin' what you know
Keep on knowin'
of sight and I'm outta my mind
Outro
Welcome to the Backstory
Proudly presented by M.E.L Records.
mission it won't flop flop
Dope lyrics my bars to hard
Its a hotbox distinctive car
Gas on e he won't make it far
Told these niggas am the youngest in
the day
If you was still here I'd be down still
Everyday I gotta ride for the team
SUC for L-IF-E
It's bout time I let 'em know who we be
You the Don
So we finna blow up like combustion
All my niggas finna be up
No discussion
See, that pussy gettin' beat up
No concussion
Hit it like a drive by
I die
Huh this is for my G'z man east coast west coast worldwide a G is not only a Gangsta baby it's a state of mind peep this Nigga
cs a young g it was
broke has no use
Only thing I get to give is the duece
I hit a lick and told e'm put it on my tooth
Boss of the bottom with the swag of a mobb
Pants
for the boss bitches
And not you hoes that be fuckin' for hair
For my dog I'll slide
If it's a lick I'll drive
To a nigga I lie
Sleepy hoes
But I was tired of dat shit,
N I got a phat stash n I
Really wanna rap
So I picked up the pen
And then, clearly I got to it.
Nearly a lost human.
the full term how I'm coming lately
Saved by the bell you know Wooda come thru
I'm giving hell you can tell I'm the truth
E A R N E S T need to look it up
to get higher, come ride
I will fly you
[Jhaz]
? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?
Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that sticky
. and Black Sancho we in a cutlass in Encanto give me that loot
Give me them packs i call it a jack you call it a lick we want them bricks gimme that
Then my
bape
And think that it's great
Our mind sets are separated
By a Bering strait
I'd rather be the nigga out
Here
Buying the street
Alphonse for
try'na ball today
Jus put the work in the scale
Tell that it’s good by the smell
Bag it up hit the strip
J.I. hit me for a lick
Time to take another trip
lick back
Beam caught his ass hit the road jack
Gang in the club now she throwing it back
Shake it so fast they replaying the track
Shordy got some
That’s word to Ms. Hill, stay to myself watch who you ball with
Circle so small whenever it rings, I know who’s calling
Kickin’ hot shit in ya ear, I know
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