Lyrics:
Ayy, yeah, wake, wake shit up, ayy
On my mama, I can't make shit up, ayy
If I ain't a real boy, what you call it?
I don't think you want no
hit that boy, knock his ass to the ground
Late night, talkin' my shit, C4 on one (yeah)
Baby, we sent your boyfriend on a store run (yeah)
Tell him
live by the code never switch on my guys
You pop you a pill to go rob a guy ,
I scoop up my brother and go hitta house
Look
I do not need me no pills
tell 'em, "Shake back" (tell 'em, "Shake back")
Couple choppers, and a few models in a Maybach (up in a Maybach)
We known for takin' nigga's life, you
a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell 'em, aye
Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha)
Bad
broads act silly, couldn't jack my steez
Quit slippin' on your pimpin' ma, ya boy chose me
And now we got 'em "hey lil mama, can you give me a sec
I got
ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground,
Lock me in the cell
Let me strap on my Converses
Before I drop a dime, tell them people a lie
Swear to God, man
I was nineteen I caught my first case
might tell em lies
See if any that leak
Say it be here in a month and it show up next week
Gotta watch ya step boy
Listen for that creek
And if they fuck
you fu you is who you wasn't
I'm on fire like I hopped out the oven
I'm so high yea I'm baked
That boy dry point him to the lake
I get that loud in by
the greatest
Call up Soulja Boy tell 'em that we made it
to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all
shit
Nigga back up
Yo lil ass a chump
They
Gone have to come
Deep for me
Discreet
Cus I'm the one
Nigga
Ima come
John Wick 3
Take 'em out
One by one
boys that's OverEast
They might tell on me
You a shooter and a rat
Why you tryna put that cell on me?
Fuckin' with that voodoo
Told my auntie put that
Golden boy
How many times I motherfucking told em boy
They keep stacking pressure I ain't folding boy
And I'm really doing dreams I sold em boy
Wait hold up, kill it
Motherfuckers always trying to guard me
I just wanna know if they ripping my routes off
You a lil boy, I can tell by the big
me I was done
I got a daughter so I gotta move smarter
Gotta go a little harder gotta show 'em I'm the one (The one)
They use to tell me, they use
WAYN
G G WAYN
G WAYN
Yeah
Tell em come thru come thru
(Tell em to come)
Tell em come thru come thru
(Tell em to come)
Tell them boys come thru come thru
Last night I shot eleven at the record shop
Most of 'em dropped when my 9 went pop!)
Damn; see the fuckin cop with the flat-top
standin over niggaz face
a hot girl
(What you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(Turk)
I like'em hot
The onez that don't tell me to stop
Eat dick swallow the cum
Thinking just fuck em' all up
Pop with the glock, on spot, if it's hot, I got a two-shotter pump
Just to get a nigga bumped and put up in the trunk
If you
liquor, buncha weed, even the reverend gettin' high, yeah
Yeah, yes
And tell my babies not to cry (Boy)
Just give 'em each a hundred racks, then look 'em
on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, Luda!
Tell theses other boys double up
Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My
Bought my hoe some crawfish she gave me all ha turkey neck
Gobblin my dick she deep throat like a beer bottle neck
Ain’t even gag on it I had ta tell ha
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