Lyrics:
shops, f*** it
Somebody gotta get dropped, that's my word on hip hop
Rampage is here to stay, I won't stop
The feds tried to get me, and were too
I like my hoes by the two's when I dig 'em out,
Couple racks, I made room for a big amount,
They had us in the first half we winnin' now,
Now my
while we're riding and the competition dying
Thriving and driving its all by design
Just read the signs I aint lying
And we'll never run dry
Got that
record"
You ain't trapping no more, stop making drug records
You got a daughter 'bout to come, stop making thug records
I brought that money back fast, I
one stone
It's crazy to me how easy killing birds is
Emotional support music
What the people want to hear
Supplemented by not feeling worthless
Sounds
Because our love has died
My aimless footsteps stop
Before an old café
Or by some little shop
Where she would often stray
I see Venice all blue
Beneath
Tryin' to do what the big hillbillies do
I would sit there by the hour pickin' Wildwood Flower
Wore my little fingers to the bone
I said I'll never rest
imma go and pack my bags to see ya
I stop by the coffee shop on Sundays
Just for a cup of tea
But I hope that I see you again there someday
Maybe we
Went cop some kicks just to match my fit
Stop by the shop put tint on my whip
Play my cards imma stack my chips
Stick to the code imma plead my fifth
coffee shops all in Amsterdam
I'm still high from Amsterdam, when I landed in Japan
Tokyo drift that Skyline, somebody better come get ya mans
Steering
running to the bag can't stop
Twin 28s come shop
If I sit on the pack, Imma spend the re-up
Niggas get 'round bitches feel the need to t-up
Leave me alone I
That bitch want paste, she thinks I'm like Crest
In my DM’s, she wanna undress
All these rappers that I don't address
I shop at Round 2, you shop
Dukes with the hazards on
At a traffic stop gettin' harassed, sign an autograph
For this asshole cop's daughter, laugh 'cause I called her a brat on it
momma and my money (yeah)
I stay by my lonely
Now they wanna fuck with Shotty
Yeah they asking for the gram
They play my music in the party (yeah)
Prada
I'll stop, well, put it like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter,
Know you got an idea in your head
Sorry baby I'm not that
Told her quit while you ahead
Fuck it baby don't stop that
Wrote you a song or ten
But I
on the same page
I went and got it by myself and that's when all the rain came down
I'm tryna get it for all the times we was stressin' out
Hurts to see me
Set up shop
If the score's down then we gon' shop for opps
Watch the clock, I'm coming for y'all
Are you ready or not?
Hit-Boy
Check the charts
massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet
One man ran, trying to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
even stop in my station and attack
While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I
they made up
Some make you sing and some make you scream
One makes you wish that you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner that's selling
whatever
And when you toes stop counting yo steps
I'll be with you if the Fame don't last me forever
I been hoping that the pros outweigh the concepts
Been
bark on the mic and I won't stop
The I hit 'em and I get 'em all again
Gotta shut it down, everybody knows that I close shop
Yes yes yes, ok
Now I
(Eternal Bushido!)
I know he hate this shit it got him bopping
I used to shop at that mf Follies
Kick and then i flip niggas no ollie
Shoot between
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