Lyrics:
to the trap with a lil' fo' neck
Tell bro kick her out if the bitch take pics
Slidin' in the Rolls-Royce and it got tints
Wanna be the man? Gotta kill your
Dan
Who is the man? That kid there
Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?
Angela, uh Davis, and we roll like Avis
Rent-a-car kid, there you are
trick me the jig is up
Level up, bitch, like uh, evidently you don't
Little boy ain't no chump
Real niggas don't say nothing
I'mma roll up my skunk,
man
You roll em down and drive
My 65 Mustang rides along
Every mile's another song
And what I don't remember
She never forgets
That little girl
but be damn sure
Those days are no more, so classify em as ancient history
Mysery was caused cause your wack way of thinkin
Breath stinkin cause I'm
and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas be player hatin'.
Cause I'm makin this money strait
but be damn sure
Those days are no more, so classify em as ancient history
Mysery was caused cause your wack way of thinkin
Breath stinkin cause I'm
Jefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news,
They got 'em looked up in the Castro-land,
Redefining abuse in shades of grey.
Torture advocate.
Got
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
like a Pharaoh
Smell the aroma
Can tell the ammonia from de-ammonia
One looking at em rappers as cut and dry
I'm ma smoke them
That's why we go slow
on, goin off when I hit em up
Talking like he strong he been barkin like a dog
Put him down then, you won't see him in a week
Play around with me, see
I'm that dread head, with a little scruff
Looking smooth boy, cause times been rough
You still hating? Well that's enough
I'm feeling way too good
need
I don’t fuck with the wood I fuck with the cone no time to roll up the weed
I was fucking with shawty she bad as a bitch I would love it how it
charmen
Call Donald trump to beg your pardon
Let’s get amp in here let’s party
Put him in a cart that boy a target
He moving lil funny sweep it under
Flow like water, fresh like ice
Yeah I like nice shit so my shit's all nice
We all like Big Willie
In the cab with the dice
Roll up to the mansion
catch me floating in an alien ship
With an alien bitch
All these boys really fuck
They just sayin they hip
30 pop make em hop and it's spray at the hip
the kitchen
And give 'em that dope, man it's so damn delicious
While bringin' these goals to fruition, showing the blisters
Yo boy was born up in the frozen
and now we climbing steps yelling up at
Pac I'm still inspired in your death
Somebody tell Nas I'm so admired by his
Depth and the day I meet
Sean I'll
as a child
I could tell by the shit that they post
I just pulled up at the coast
Drop me a four in a Sprite
Getting cash and I don't mean to boast
Let all my
Goin' hard on 'em though
East coast let loose, my nephew, Papoose, he got the juice
So watch the Impala as it swing by and be on the lookout
For them
publicist got betta connects and I don't 'give a damn'
About the fuckin the spot that you rep and I don't 'give a damn'
If you roll 50 deep for respect and I
my life on the line, I just walk with it
Shit's unfortunate, I got a voice so I talk with it
Giving my sisters hugs
I tell 'em it's love, can never
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