Lyrics:
playa, yeah, we too playa (2 Chainz)
Playaz Circle, that my first squad, but you already knew that (you knew it)
Nigga claim he got a million dollars,
it)
My wallet gone buzz, never snoozed up
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by
body
Upon that, in the dirt
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Make mommy squirt
Yeah
Callin my name
cn I be out
Yeah
Cuttin an cuttin
Shortcutting the route
never too good to wear Guess
Makin' it happen, seein' my niggas makin' it rappin'
While ya niggas be broke and ya never be laughin'
We on jet ski's
breath steamin'
Shit we consuming too loud like it's screaming
Neon light rays through the night steady beamin'
Pull up in a ghost, bet the coffin came
flu
I graduated from Fligh School
On my way to that Fly U
I'm a freshman, I'm fresh MAN
And I'm still reppin' that 9-2
Yeah my crew I throw it up
I blow
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
a
Deal I ain't cuttin' deals
Nigga run the scrill'
Add us up it's a 100 mill
Yeah, the first trip I had a 100 mill
Froze it all like water chill
Did it
, $hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
the fuck should I let you live
When I'm dead inside?
Rapid fire, my delivery
I'm bustin' at they (your) whole crew
Nigga, remember me
Hit up my Outlawz
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two
Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons
Overseas, snappin' the view
I'ma fuck her the second we get in
straight up reality
Made by the streets, done by insanity
Drive-by, yes, it's the season
When the Ganxta kills for no reason
When an MC is slippin
you some complimentary TDE ski masks
Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?
It don't matter, The Matrix old
I double cats, I ask 'em if
(Forty-eight)
Four-eleven Smith niggaz, (Forty-nine)
niggaz in the streets (Fifty)
Now add these niggaz up, I'm fifty niggaz deep
[Lola Damone]
[Verse 2:]
Yo, I
Uh, hmm
Hurry up a bit
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Repeat x3]
I like the way you do it, when you do it
When you doin', what you doin'
Check this
mu'fucka
Parkhill stand up
G-Dinero in this mu'fucka, Let's get it
I love a good cigar and a cognac
You can catch me anywhere that the hustlas at
You can
got the
fever for the flavor of a single see me and
Shady I think we got it locked down shocked
by the sound I got you crusin' with your
top down these
it.
Take a pic for the haters for I get up in it
And that's real..
I don't give a fuck how you feel.
Having it all ain't apart of the deal
B*tches
Rasco..
Bout to rep the bz's nigga please..
[Verse 1 - Rasco]
Set the post, it be Rasco from up close
Emcees that's rotten can get the full dose
The hoes,
I know them twenties real well
Now we coastin', me, two chicks and toastin'
I turn up the volume, watch the bass get 'em open
Soft-spoken, with
I know them twenties real well
Now we coastin', me, two chicks and toastin'
I turn up the volume, watch the bass get 'em open
Soft-spoken, with
by yourself, bring a friend or two
(We be ménagin', it boost up his ego)
She a lil' demon off that Casamigos (woo)
Yeah, Baby
Tell 'em my Nina, my
When I spit that real shit they like run that back
Put the lime in the coconut, Then mix it all up
When life give you lemons, shouldn't give two fucks
the house?
100's of people be groovin' it out
Cuttin', mixin', scratchin' non-stop
Party rockin', two hours non-stop
If you got Serrato bravo
But if you can't
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