Lyrics:
A lil psychic energy
Half cup of Hennessy
Damn what got into me
Daily healthcare
Gotta learn to take care of myself
Not bottle these emotions
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
cuz you niggas moving minute made
Never understand how you niggas blow a band, boy I flip that
Gotta slant it down cuz it shoot with the kickback
You
I was in the trap by the alley
All the bad ho's used to pass me
Nah dawg I'm real real serious
I used to hit her & all the baddies
But Bitch now I'm
a thousand off a pound
Flip it triple it turn it around
Get you a lawyer in case you go down
Listen lil nigga don't be no clown
Can't fuck around with no hoe
shit make me feel a lil lazy
In Love with the Paper
Hit Cali come back with the Flavors
Bad-Boy, I was riding with Takers
Try to run, you ain't done, we
divine, a genius with these rhymes
Like a coke dealer, boy I got plenty lines
Lil' crazy muhfucka mind on cash
Hit the party up with my mind on ass
Money
Cor-Cor-CorMill
You know what I'm sayin', we go by YNW
And I don't think the world really ready for this right now
But we really from another
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
Doing my man just like he do me
Spending the bag just like he owe me
Boy changed my life for real and I'm so thankful for you
So I whip it, flip it, spend
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
that boy on a tee grab a hanger
This drip got her mesmerized by me, ok
Cop McQueens like lighting I’m gon win this race
She loves mad hard but she gon
do his thing 'cause I pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
And its a shame how the game must be played
It was told never fold by
trill, boy, you ain't real
Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (talk to 'em)
Hit it from the front, then I grab her by the neck (uh)
Nutted
what they made us from them' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
("BROCKHAMPTON") "BROCKHAMPTON" yes
These boys is coming straight out of southeast Texas (South Texas, yeah)
Hotter than chicken grease (Woo!)
These
niggas cars and taking fake ass pictures
You funky lil' boys cracking me up I'm tickled
Fuck all that flauging I'ma just stay a real nigga
Stay getting
Stand by other cars and taking fake pictures
You funky lil' boys cracking me up I'm tickled
All that flauging I'ma just stay a real
Stay getting cheddar
felines cuz we put beams to yo face
Texas boys so everything bigger
She play with my boys like she giving a physical
Verse in her bio, but that wasn't
Please do not diss
I am not playing with you Little niggas
bitch i keep a stick
We do not argue with no lil niggas
Bitch i shoot the clip
Grind up
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they
and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
I'm twerkin' both hands on me working
Packing a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off
and gucci mane make the trap ay.
They twerk in birds in,so we work in,packin a truck stop and a train ?? we been flip jugs,we tote it off the fork lift,the
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