Lyrics:
Grown man talkin lil boy get fussed at
I'm type savage shooter like Doncic
I'm type Maverick
Get out my face with that old stuff
Brand new bussin out
the man on this block
What you talkin' bout, sir
I'm just a man on this block
Ayy who is dude, we don't know em one false move, then we gon' shoot
Bentley
be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick she
be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick she
you really barkin really talkin but you stallin
I'm jus out here every season, I ain't Roddy but I'm ballin
I am up by 50k I am a ref you know I'll call
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
They want more money but the board won't pay
('Round and 'round and 'round) People
Everybody's talkin' 'bout ecology
The air's so polluted that it's
They want more money but the board won't pay
('Round and 'round and 'round) People
Everybody's talkin' 'bout ecology
The air's so polluted that it's
'cause I'm feelin the need to cut off da air dat you breathe
By any means it's Ja and E no in beetweens
[E-Dub]
Now we move agile,
You and yo niggaz
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
feel it in the air
You on me now, your dimples out, you talkin' sweet
You say that you want me
More than anything
So possessive how you come around
sensitive ass niggaz, know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there bitch
Know I'm talkin' 'bout? y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
by the bar
So I buy the bar
Turn the bar to a party
We all takin shots like Kobe
Got all, these bitches lookin at me
I see 99 problems but it ain’t 1
nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp
That's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
You gotta make it
Either ya waiting
Or with no hesitation
You out there chase'n nem racks
By any means necessary
Like Malcolm Little
Never settle
Young nigga totin' on that mac ain't talkin' Macintosh
Young nigga totin' on that FN, Fabrique Nationale
And I'm rollin' beaters in this bitch I get
u papi, gotta have it
The way u lickin ur lips u got a habit
I said mami, I know u want me
I see ur lips downstairs, I hear em talkin
It says I'm
a joke until they no longer remember your name
That's how we do 'em
Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin' shit through 'em
Never comin' back
a joke until they no longer remember your name
That's how we do 'em
Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin' shit through 'em
Never comin' back
do love you
I do love you
Well I'm talkin' bout life
And livin'
And the beautiful earth
And givin'
Talkin 'bout the natural things we've had
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the A-p-l-to-the-d-e-ap
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it
And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P
Hookin' up with
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