Lyrics:
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home
and things, like cause you was makin love
Control the crowd, so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method
It's my thing
The wack
Like to run in place
Like to never run
Is it him or just
The idea of
Now I’m drunk and angry
About some dumb shit you said two years ago
Why can’t I
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
untouchable, I left my love with you
I don't even know why we argue Steady beggin' me to drop a part two
Life amazing, I can't see myself without you Let me love
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
to have just one night with you, with you, hey, hey
Love the things you say, the way you move
I'd love to stay here makin' love with you
'Cause you're just
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
How
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
it, I'll take it, it's part of the plan
carry multiple Drake's, I should sign to Wayne
I feel back, had to switch my lane
The critics, the drama
runnin' in last
I might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past
They all from my path and part on my back
She wanted a bag, wanted some
need some love in my life
Mommy, I could be the thug in your love
Play my part with the fifty fifty love in our life
By the way I'm Huey, I know how
that part of the game so
Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes
I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time popo & the jakes
would love
motherfuckers (to live in die in LA)
LA, California Love part motherfucking Two
Without gay ass Dre (to live in die in LA)
(To live in die in LA)
of Beverly Beverly
[Lil Bing]
Two joints be smellay in my Cadi
Drivin badly ti Cali
Hastled by federalis
Drippin candy
Sippin brandy
Twenty inches look
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
love the most
The stain of the muddiest residue is a sign of a better you
A byproduct of Reaganomic and look what it led us to
Tellin tales for top
it's been real
Thank you for dripping on me like a windshield
I love how this shit feel, if tomorrow I get killed
Live up by the year, we makin' a big
It's FWEA in the building
This is a Bonnie and Clyde part two
When I'm in your arms and your body's on mine
I can feel your heartbeat matching with
hittin' body parts to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant, it's the rap game unlimited
Sign my roster, we can do this, forever infinite
Then reminisce
ripped apart due to the lyrics and comparisons
But I'm still havin' a part two
So thank you for the criticism you cunt
Mr. I ain't never spoke a fuckin'
straight to the bed and an IV
An eye for an eye, I never go by, you gotta forgive 'em and let it be
Think of the sign, the temple the mind, we get
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