Lyrics:
(Aughhhh D-Boi Beats)
You betta watch it if you're runnin' up (yeah)
Keep it jumpin' like double dutch (skrr skrr skrr)
Daresha gotta big ole' butt
I'm sick of this shit dawg, I'm tired of bein? broke
I wanna live like da rich folks
I want da house with da big boat
I wanna wake up one mornin?
I'm bout to wreck the game
And take the game for all I can get
Hunnit percent grand champion I hit like a pit
Ima be hustling til the day I die
You
up
Millions makin' the mountain, that's us
Dive in that bitch like Scrooge McDuck
Bomb weed for days years to be exact
We ain't never runnin' out
We
And new releases!
My heart broke into a million little pieces
When I walked in that day and
Saw the sign that said
You'd be closed for a really
Really long
Not your average joe that you see every day
There's millions of sheep but only one aray
There was a time I went and faded away
But now I'm back bitch
This shit a dirty game
Most my niggas got dirty ways
We was ridin round servin da town all day we was ridin 30 days
Tryna figure out how to make
Fostering their shame on faith
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day
He's the farmers barren fields
The force the army wields
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Keeping it one hundred
Fucking up your function
Yeah we came in here to wreck shop
Rowdy like the pet shop
At The Green House puffing
Crops with
on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya' baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don't drown
Mac n'
wants the killas be killas
But though, I'm the deaf villain
Whose contracts I don't fill-a.
Body-bags by the millions
But that keeps me illin'?
the deaf villain
Whose contracts I don't fill-a
Body-bags by the millions
But that keeps me illin'?
Plus I need a ? to cap one off
My killa raises ?
Scoop 6-400, of that bomb smoked ass real
High, I can see the homeys pass by
We creep inside, lettin niggas know this Eastside
Now all my
mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job
My competitors never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell
hurts (oh oh)
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise
you're not your car
And no matter how big your bank account is
Your grave is six feet under just like everyone else's
So enjoy the days you have
Worry
I need a shed of motherfuckin' Ad'
Slatt piece big cubans
Got Megans on all of 'em aP flooded
Yeah (Who dat Trell?)
Booted up 'cause I'm noddin' off
Yah Yah, big big talk, your boy Fat Joe
Chllin’n with LyrikCool, this joint called LyricisEM
Florida, stand up!
(Hook)
Will’n, you hope that I write
He had his marketing plan worked up
He's gonna sell 'em all in big ol' jugs
He wouldn't package 'em in a 6 pack
He's gonna sell 'em by the pair
remember as a kid I used to dream
I had a big crush on Sandra's kid sister Jean
But she was in love with Dwayne
Been so many years but I still feel
It's a big act
Big act
Goddamn, goddamn
Two days hungover
Still going down bad
Down bad
Miss you, I know
I let you down, oh
I know I'm so wrong
I
had to hit me a lick
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo, these days put it right on my wrist
You
by my side to see my timepiece
Feel like I'm four up in the final, that's a big sweep
Family business, I'm ridin' low like I'm Big Meech
Fuck a Vet
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