Lyrics:
Zone 6, bricks, free Gucci in this bitch
Know I'm always with the shit's
Said it's eastside, they know
I ain't gotta tell 'em cause they know boy
(know
a few words boy
I'm like Allen Poe bitch I'll keep you in the floorboards
Dumb motherfucker that I hit with the four four
Four door car going forty by
yeah
And it ain't no game yeah
Why these little boys change for fame yeah
And I really don't know why they changed on me
Diamonds on wrist make em dance
I'll be gone by the midnight
Yea, gone by the midnight
I'll be gone by the midnight
Yea, gone by the midnight
I'll be gone by the moonlight, yuh
Gone
Fuck a diss
Bottled issa bliss (fuck em)
Yungin stuntin frontin who that boy who him is (who him is)
Fuck a diss
Bottled issa bliss (fuck em)
Yungin
haten caught em leaching out
I know alotta shit that i cant even speak about
Alotta of voodoo in the air boy what you tweeting bout
Ayy wat you tweeking
Knock it out the park (gone)
Tell 'em batter up
Big speaker, do what you can't
Five million, all hunnids, I shut down the bank (facts)
You know I'm
Hey doorman,
Tell 'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch,
You niggas keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
'em in the face
Tell hop out that bucket and spray
Tell 'em to make sure they hit
My head and my waist
Tell them to circle round the
Block twice in case
[Ice Cube]
Damn, I'm sweatin like a nigga at a white woman funeral
"Lench Mob.."
"Civilize a 85er" -> Grand Puba
Huh, break 'em off somethin
Let me slow it down for 'em
(A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe)
Duh-duh-duh
Skrrt, skrrt
Duh-duh-duh
Yeah, yeah
Dope sold, money fold, then
So I tell em
So I tell em
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine
Can't stop, won't stop til I get right
Right, right
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine
dollar bill, bill bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (we gon' flip this bitch!)
And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's (won't
supplier, she give me the fire
She never get tired, call'er energizer bunny
Funny right?, I got my money right
You can tell I'm doing, by the tires on my ride
the
Man with my damn iron
Balenciagas on, stomp around like I'm Bigfoot
See the opposition out
Asked 'em how the blick look
More burners on me than a stove
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
And you know I can (ah c'mon)
Tell that you like it
And that it's good, by the way
That you move, ooh, hey
The road to hell is paved
With good
even tell you why
They COVID victims
Auntie lost everything, she had the crack
I know the victims
Diors was six thousand in the case
I'm tryna get 'em
If I let you go down south
Will you give me one night to remember, yeah
I'm sure I can make you proud
But don't tell me you'll forget by December
remind me I'm that guy
You remind me I'm that guy
Know that it's mine tell them boys you're taken
You remind me I'm that guy
You remind me I'm that guy
know these niggas really scared of me (sometimes)
Sometimes I ride by myself, damn, I'm tryna catch one of my enemies
Damn, that boy got put
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
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