Lyrics:
the country grammar, like I love a yellow hammer
Slowed up when I mix red drink, in a strawberry Fanta
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed
niggas got whatever
One bottle of that moo, galla-gallon of that Henny
Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin'
Like that
The blow,
Lately I been tryin
Tryin
Tryin
Lately I been tryin
You're in the mix with the one and only Mr TayTookYaGirl
Tryin
Tryin
Tryin
Lately I been tryin
My name is Lion
Bitch I’m a king
You call it a mix
I call it a sting
That bitch a Devil where
Prada’s lil ring
My phone aint silent
Bitch where is
controlling
Really tryna balance my impulses
When I mix em with the business
And the pleasurable indulgence
Everything I'm hoping
Bringing all this meaning
Never mix business with your sickness
Enemy see me flipin in the picnic
With your lil' divide and conquer
But my sister was ready to bomb her!
Get off
on you
Betta stay low-key cause niggas weak ,ah get to snitchin' on you
Baby get away from the work before you get it on you
Gave lil bro the glizzy like
the bro
Mix that wocky with the tris I copped a dub pour up a 4
Lil bro said he got the jwett for 15 bands stay on the low
I'm the closest nigga to Jesus
eat this bread, lil baby, aye
Just fuck it up and I got this coupe the way
I want, I bussed it up, yeah
I fell in love wit these blue strips
I fucked
Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with
Cold kid in a gray city
Doggy eyes, redder than my flag
Man I stay witty
Pitty the Fool, I'm Mr. T
A Team with me
Tryna get to Kendrick level
Till
call my wrist Philippe
Pool by the beach double waters on her knees
Do this shit with eaze while lil baby count the cheez
Oyster bar my steez I don't
me that's what it is
I'm on lean
Put codeine
I can't cry oh I can't feel
I'm in her jaws like Listerine
Wipe me down like Mr. Clean
Told her she cannot
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
presto
like presto presto
yea like presto presto uh
like presto presto
yea like presto presto uh
I make lil mami cum
all up on the spot
cause she fuckin
and he knocking, uh
On my wrist it's cold, I'm with a hawk, dude
Lil' Pac got me all, dude, it's soft, dude, nah
Took a trip to ATL with Sterling
Hit him
Ride by getting high blowing indo
Low key getting down in a rental
Know the bitch ain't mine she still chose
Wrote it down make sure she got the memo
I
the ends but I might go ruin it
True dude you do you
You stupid cunting dumb buffoon
I come in your room an cum on a spoon
An mix that inadi juice your
your phone yeah)
'Member when we used to link up and fuck on the low (Yah)
Said she got a man, what that mean to me, he don't need to know (Yeah)
I'm in
playing games
Had to cut that lil bitch off on purpose
From her looks would've thought she was perfect
Put it on everything I love, You ain't worth it
the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr
fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that,
hypnotic (Fuck)
Call up ICE my 'lil bitch she so exotic (Yeah)
Bitch I ride a 'lil too evil so demonic (Go)
Yeah woah, I'll bring all these bottles out fasho
and Big Boy one crazy son of a bitch
Y.G.'s, Lil' Daze, Rat Raw, and Ty B. and the rest
The Lou is man or posse, someone pulled off his vest
And carve
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