Lyrics:
I told him come alone he brought his blick in
He told me he don't go nowhere without his best friend
Clutching on that metal you gone hurt me it was
real lonely
Imma get it back though
Creeping through the back so
I ain’t give a fuck what them other niggas told me
Imma take that work, get it back
thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I'ma fly her back to the city (for sure)
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Go get
likes
Can't remember name maybe luddites
Sue came in crying and I told her he's gone
She's pleaded me no but he's done too many wrongs
He's 20 year old
the fee
Shout out my nigga fee
See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key
You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
Its about money its
me L I take the dub they call it fools luck
Don't care they thoughts don't carry weight I got my weight up
Like TV told me take your profits shit's
switched again she got on top the room was getting hot
And I was hitting hard she wanted me to stop
We layed she got so sleepy told her oh no
I grabbed
to get wet though
So...
Let's go
That's what she told Tash
She led me to her room, lookin' like Stacey Gash
Baby got it pumpin'
Can't help but to feel it
like she hate me
So trump told me grab her by the pussy
Jolly ranchers in my cup wit this act
Hold on let me see something
This shit so good she say it
punched Chris Rock
I told her that is not this she tried to put me on a tiktok
Yup, in the stu off a 3.7 got my mind swervin
She was tryna lock me down I
really fucked with cops
So you'll never ever see me cuff a chick
I was left all by myself
Niggas thought that I would do bad then
I turned around
moving so slow!
I'm tryna do me a show
Bad bitch foreign she invite me to her Château
My jays do damage like The Sith
I just wanna go to sleep but I'm
as a mouse I got That package wit me
Streets don’t love so my heart on the Couch but that plastic wit me
Glock twenty two wit twenty two Rounds I’d hate
the mornin'
Like it in the evening too
In between she don't mind it
Just about any old time will do
So I'm haulin', haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
the case had me lookin like Wall Street in all my investments
And I roll wit a shooter bitch 2 Blicky's loaded I'm Smith and she Wesson
But I need me
When they know they stole that
Bitch was laid up with a nigga
When she said she wanna see me
He know that I got figures
So he kinda wanna be me
I told
at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
If I talk it's gonna be reckless, I'm
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
So you can still see me shining
When the room gets dark i’m like Tony Danza
I’ll show you who’s the boss
Teach my worker who’s the fiends
And who’s
rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day
Smith, and Wessons, and these big ass Berettas
I told my main bitch that I love her cause she get so much wetter
I know these rainy days been flooding but
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go "wow"
I'm living out in So Cal
I ride a Lamb like a Kawasaki
I take a shot, who is there to block me
They would fold right?
Or else they strapped up
Wit a smith they makin souls fly
She told me hit it from behind
I make her toe touch
And when i hit it
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