Lyrics:
make it crack
We'll end the game and take the stash
Put it on my tab
We eating the mignon the lobster and the crab
We drinking Patron till I pass out
outright
That's right
Don't engage, strike by night
Remain relentless 'til their troops take flight
Make it impossible to justify the cost
coupe, Honda coupe, it don't matter, my shorty's gon' hop out and shoot
They been gettin' the belt, they been scared to walk to them stores and take them
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
shows you know they wrapped around the block, no this aint sir mix alot we be in the mix alot, I know Brodie tryna down some he just tryna pick a opp, I
really wanna show you
I had the master plan
I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
They call him
stash, I just laugh at your face
Blow a stack on David 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If
ourselves like we hate you
No V cuts, roll with a crew
Alone out here, me and you
You my faith, my golden rule
Exodus, protect the few
Stash cash n wait
a whole lot of sevens
Make my own blessing
Tryin' to take a trip to heaven
Take a trip to heaven
Swayze, tell me what you mean
Soon as I cross the line
Boy,
the stash, catch a play
Then I do the dash
Fuck a small petty ass lick, I need a lot of dollars
Fuck that nigga main bitch in style with that Prada condom
I
bitches through
You gon' fuck around and make bitches do (What)
We take bitches too (aight?)
And if you comin through my block, it's gon' be the last
hold on, lemme get my optimo real quick, gold leaf with it
Also let me get the sluricane with the red brisk, all that will do
Come and take a clear
, I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
Get lost..
Sir.. Flag day, sir..
Buy one flag, Sir..
What are you selling these flags?
Sir, Flag day is celebrated by our Government every year,
Cuban rolls
Couple 8’s in there
My word is bond only bustas
Gotta plead n swear
Bet take a step over that line
And we don’t play it fair
You really finna
tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now imma dime off yo' ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch
And threw him
fucker yo
Most of you are more ass than sir mix alot music video
You little homies are more fishy than the smell from a stripper pole
I'm working to get
times three
Tell em
Cash moving fast
From the bag
To the stash
Counting hundred after hundred
Hit the gas like scoot scoot
It’s a lot man, do the math
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
Ayy, hit the block and sell drugs (woo, woo)
That's exactly how it was
Take the Sprite and take the codeine (and mix it)
And I pour me up a cup
Get
blunts already gone
I smoke by the zip you can smell it through the drip
Windows rolled up I'm bout to take a trip out of space
That purple flowers got
Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey
the Kinect, it's hot
It can recognize me when I step on the spot
(Welcome back, master) i got my own robot!
You want customization? That'll give
You a lot it
Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
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