Lyrics:
that'll make her crack an andale)
Pussy boy with his back to the front
Bruce Lee me a bitch, imma punt me a cunt
I'm a ho to the world man
Fuck every
Hottest nigga under sun
I ah drop another one
This dat red this dat red
This dat redrum
Look
I'm out on bond
I lose my trial
I'm still gone crack
on this mutha fucka wit me
Got that lil nigga T-Rock on this mutha fucka wit me (Mr. clean)
Nay mean for all them niggas out there thinking muthafucka done
the way]
[Verse 2:Wish]
Bless this seed gotta know where I come from
And you'll sell me ain't going back where I come from
Been blessed with division
was crack and flip myself
Yeah, we got our backs and no one else
Sign for what ?
They don't care for my health
Nor my death, nor my wealth
Numb to that
watch while I fuck your wife
Better keep quiet, won't ask twice
Fucked up once now you got your throat sliced
Scars on my back, that bitch got claws
Gun
go left
I don't heard it all , said theyll never change, I'm by myself
Back advances off my pain again
Nigga, play with this, I swear that we gon' make
some people just departed
Drinking all the Henny that got everyone retarded
Feel like Travis Scott I'm the highest in the room
People in the back are
slap ya
Right back at ya like the next chapter
I’m another subject shoot your ass in public
You do what you and I’m a do me
You can not see I’m DSGB
I am
the cracks ,
Switchin’ Lanes In the Sun
Never gone quit cause I only just begun
I’m not doing this for Fun
Going Up like Helium.
How do I do this
When all
Rudolf, crazy like Adolf, punches so hard he flattered by betas
Mrs Claus got a fast money glitch, she's streaming on Twitch, she's sending out pics, her
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by
the work up out the drop
I'm puttin' in on the order
Tryna get this rap money
And stack it like trap money
But others like crack money
Let's get that work
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
back
Now that I think about it, I got nothing but scoffs
Nothing but doubters, they said rapping, wouldn't get me this far
Look at what happened? Went
it was all so simple
But when shit ended quickly, we didn’t look back swiftly
Shaped by the area, shaped by my zone
A bone thrown into the pit
What you mad cause we datin'
Dog, it ain't like that
Bow, you know I got your back
I don't wanna see you get played by no hoodrat
Dog, she ain't
Coming from the city, I grew up in the trap
Everywhere you looked everyone was doing crack
You were either selling or getting hooked on that
Went
& I'll never crack that code.
cll these
Custom looks
I sold
cll that hating shit
cin't old?
My life is opulence
Baby
You cannot rock with Me
Crazy.
up, the realest shit I ever quote
Look into my eyes and you can see I hustle 24
24, 24 hours grinding overdose
Money running low, the studio rebirth
glock and put it back up in the stash box,
So many soldiers doin' life up in the prison system,
A million eyes couldn't list 'em, so I reminisce them,
I
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