Lyrics:
buy it
I probably get her a Birkin
I take that back, shit I'm lying
I'm on the jet when I'm flying
I'm in the Bentley, I'm wheelin'
I'm in the trench
Dirty South thugs
Ball out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South thugs, stay on route thugs
You know how
no monkey shit
Go just rolled up a joint, that last 40 minutes
Andale, ain't no bullshit, this that real life
When Puerto Rican Johnny left, it
the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops that's
the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops that's
shit
She ain't have my money
Real talk, It's all goodyeah
At 4: 20 I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4: 20 I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4: 20 I got
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four,
up, wallet, muscle all swole shit
Met a bitch on Facebook, now I'm poking
Crazy she a MILF, but I ain't notice
How she 34 but look 20, that shit bogus
and then rob a celebrity
Take all his shit and then steal his identity (grrah)
Strap on a vest then go kill all my enemies
Slap any hater that showed any
to play Pokeno
You get that boy a 20 he'll turn that into a C-note
I'm known across the planet, you need that Southern fix?
I got a girl that looks like
the puppies
Pictures on the wall, bitches we done raw
Niggas getting robbed, the only shit that we can solve
We all wanna get it, ball for a minute
Accept
titty
Preeching to him tryna show him I did it
Juss talking to him I could tell he don't listen
Talk to him
Whatchu say And one
Don't sell that shit
ever want him to sample
But that's what I was called for
Thoughts that I pondered by myself Can't complain cause I brought it on myself
Shit I don't talk
Break down
Break down
Break down (This that Cult Rap worldwide shit)
Break down
Break down
Break down, yeah
Break down
Breakin' twenties off
Ayy, draped my dawg in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
give you my best, bet
Let's see what you do when I give you this test
Niggas be acting so funny, they phony
That's why I do shit by my doley
Normally why
the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops that's
My bitch don't rock no Vicky secret, she want new Bottega
And I can't trip out on no bitch, I keep shit two-player
I'm on this mission by myself,
shit i'm feeling at home
Written in stone I am the goat
Give you my life in the realest I wrote
I don't just talk that talk that talk that talk that talk
shit nigga
Talk yo shit
Talk yo shit nigga
Talk yo shit nigga
Talk yo shit
You can be 6'6 fight like a pro but I put that on god you not bullet proof
They want G shit, give it to 'em
If you don't know me let me tell you something, shawty
Still got that chopper, make you run for it
Camouflage, dog tags
me talk my shit, matter fact, check out my Diddy Bop
You all steady runnin' wild, fifty in that forty Glock, c'mon
Old niggas on that old shit
everybody here
The leaders of tomorrow leaving us because they fear
20 10 20
It's 20 10 20
Bow bow, nah ain't like the sound of that
It's now a couple times I
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