Lyrics:
hit
Leave a nigga at a funeral cryin' with no bitch
Some Thug Lord shit nigga shoot up ya coffin
Niggas cross game get murdered by bosses
Cost's yo
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin' good,
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
bet
So Let's show these mutha fuckas when we team up
Ain't a Mutha Fucka in this room got nothing on me
And my baby
Yeah
And when we team up
I don't
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
ain't a balla
But armed robbers think I'm made of top dollars
I made a promise
When I was six and guerillas ran up on us
Taking my sis, beating
a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
hit
Leave a nigga at a funeral cryin with no bitch
Some Thug Lord shit nigga shoot up ya coffin
Niggas cross game get murdered by bosses
Cost's yo
fucking ghost
In a room by my mutha fucking self
Wait, talk to em
Pictures that I'm painting, funeral arrangements
For any nicca tryna step in my way
Y'all
what you say
I am like Fazo, I laugh to the bank
I just pulled up to the Chase
Bitch in my dm tryna give me face, but I'm like Tyga I'll give her a taste
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
Yeah, you oughta know by now
All you gotta do is
Crank that mutha, crank that thing
Go ahead and turn it up, let your mind go
Crank that mutha, crank
Like what up
Slick as a bitch I'm butter
Thats my nigga talking bout yo' motha'
Ohhh I'm real mutha fucka
Slick like butter
Slick like butter
You
your life mutha fucker better
Run from the cliche
Yea you know that we lit
Pull up on your block
Riding Box Chevy
Bout to go pop the trunk on you bitch
I’m that new pretty mutha fucka
I’m the sauce man
And I don’t give a damn
What you think
I’m just flossin’
That pretty mutha fucka
Its the sauce
minus tattoo tears/
And if you think I been quiet please count how many years/
I been slaying y’all mutha fuckas I’m just saying mutha fucka the best
the realness
Put ya motherfucking choppers up if ya feel this
(Bust one) Now bust one (gun shot) Not just one (two gun shots)
And if ya want some get some, I
Aint no such thing as a bad guy in a bad world
98 plus 2 let you know how I'm feeling
Ya I step up in the building
Imma cause a scene imma mutha
and don't you worry how they honor ya
By any means better keep your vision like you're Madara
I topple boneyards laying Dominoes
Jumping straight off the edge
Hunnid Grand
Hunnid Grand
Hunnid Grand
In the Back of
A brand new Cullinan
Take it out wrap it
In rubber brands
Stash it in the
Mutha Fucking
get money f*** fame
Ridin in the range no certain place to go
But when I pull up everybody know
On 24's slammin 4 doors
No sleep no doze stayin on my
don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
About drinkin'' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up
don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
About drinkin'' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up
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