Lyrics:
the silicone
Fuck it, I'ma build her a home
I'ma get my Bob the Builder on
I had to sеcure my home
And fuck what you said, i was on my own
Twin Glock nines, onе
and throat
She might be les, but she gon' top me off soon as I hit the road
I'm so in love with that cheese, that cheddar bobs to my songs
I done ran eight
those bands from me and my family
But it's okay cause we up now and she out there just failing
And it's funny to me
Might pop out to Bob Evans
Cause
star
To get hit by a moving car
Or drown in my own vomit
Soul is tarnished, gotta ruin her
And no one told me there'd be days like this
Sad face, I'll be
black
Got a bad ass car from selling jazz
The best clothes on the market keeping me raz
How am I supposed to survive
I sell draw for a living as my nine
Hitler
Sit on it and rotate, I set the bait
My traits unlike any great, hate
I know I've got the rhymes but by design
These people know I'm
dad had the nerve to tell me most hits are written by 27
What does he know
Until then I have a few years to go
But that's assuming my energy is finite
I
Pac and Big
Cause I party like a rock star
Fuck when my cocks hard
I drink to the fact
I can't drink and drive a damn car
Man fuck you this is how I
but i ain't got time to waste while i'm running my line
still would you ride if i do time out
or evan ride until i die out
cah if you do i'll make
[Featuring Faith Evans]
Intro:
If you down to watch my back
You could be my boo
And if you're heart don't break
Then you could be my
a beauty queen
With the devils intentions
A beauty queen
Brought up from the heavens
Or hells
Only time can tell
Your my beauty queen
You can find me
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
Yeah
That nigga ain't trapping ode
Yeah
And bitches be capping on me
Yeah
Its been a long time
and they wonder why
They ain't see me yet
Did it by myself
(Evan Kozin)
(CYANIDE GET THE MONEY)
Woah, hop in the foreign on the go
And my neck on gold
Shawty sniffing on that blow
Woah
Aye I put official in
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
life, squad goals gang
Front to back, i never had to turn da page
Same shooters from da dorm this my ode to Fame
If i never said i love yall man i know im
star
To get hit by a moving car
Or drown in my own vomit
Soul is tarnished, gotta ruin her
And no one told me there'd be days like this
Sad face, I'll be
by the bar
She gon' take care of all y'all drinks this evening
In the meantime, allow me to introduce my crew
Over on the drums we got Dusty Domino
We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
Went to Carvel to get a milk shake
This honey ripped me off for all my loot cakes
The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket
Somebody broke into
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Here we've got Avatar in the house
We've got Tom in the house
We've got Evan somewhere
We've got Lucas playing the bass I think
Wait no that's Tom
Sittin down by the river bottle of Grits mill
Double fistin evan williams steady climbn heavy hill
This is what it's all about I couldin ask for nuthin
BILLS
But I call 'em ice chips
Cold clutch
You know I got a ice grip
Come get a cold kiss like, MUAH
Candy red car, Father Christmas
That's my sleigh, I
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