Lyrics:
can tag my location
You can pull up
But you still ain't where I'm at
Said I'm riding round town with the windows down
Baselining, sliding down cap
I can
it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit
Smith Weston gun
Draw da picture clear But
Ah nigga still can't See da message
Rolling down these backroads
Four five cocked
Nigga try me he get popped
I made three hundred off of dope, ain't did a show but I'm still havin'
Fuck 300, TK4 that's what I'm reppin', spell it backwards
Extension pokin'
[Parrish Smith]
Last man standing like Bruce Willis
About to kill with this
Niggas feel this the masters of realness
In your town to get down so
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
I'm trynna hit a lick real shit what's the bizness yea I stack that green by moving green that's what it is slick momma ain't happy cause I'm making it
weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons
aye)
I swear this steppin' life is such a vibe
Selling them bags and offering bribes (yeah, ha)
Got a new glock and its by Smith and Wesson
Don't fuck
The VVS's dancin' (What?)
I was taught finessin'
Amarie, Smith and Wesson
But we can't solve yo' problems
I need a bag, I'm on (I'm on)
I went to the mall,
been out in the field nigga
Don't be fooled by the chill nigga
I could be the two or the three, but I ain't the one
Don't fuck with my benjis
heart
Although she's talking to me by heart
Kung Lao this shid is by heart
No gates no scents but girl no se odour me
Menbra mm3tu ne tinsa
Mmm na memmc
heart peels
Zero to sixty so quickly how you want it? You can have it
Drop top, stick shift, automatic
Back wheels still smokin'
64 still rolling, 3
you be stupid
Girl no s3 wop3 and am feeling the touch
Call me my ex and am still in the couch
Horny as Fuck and I still wanna fuck
Say what you want
[Erick Sermon]
Uh huh
[Parrish Smith]
Yo it's the return (uh huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm'
Kid don't mess with fire because
Can you tell a
Nigga never had shit (Never had shit)
I flooded saks with hundiddys with a Bad bitch (Off the juice)
Mr and mrs smith shoot a bitch
to the left! I lean to the left!
Tell em that am still alive and still killing it
I got them shook off the switch, Will Smith'ing it!
And they're surroundings
my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate
Remember playing hide and seek in a crawl space
Now I could play it in a sixteen-room by
(Mafia)
A family friend of Kenyata and Trevon Bullard
Tells News4Jax that the two brothers
Were out with Royale Smith and Jercoby Groover
yeah, 1400 Gang (yeah)
Still (Woo) , still (yeah)
Still (Woo) , still (yeah)
I keep a Smith like Will
Baby, I know you will your love is over kill
Live
smooth and funny like
Top of the world surrounded by girls
Covered in curls like it's amazazin'
Pasty and white not that fine
But still pull dimes I'm
Remove your clothes
Take off your clothes (Strip!) [3x]
Out the shower, we butt-naked
Cash and ass, we don't fake it
Measuring tape, by four
Once upon a time in the sha there was three real killas who bust guns and puff fire
They cut weight by the key and baggin' every gram
Instead? bustin'
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