Lyrics:
B.B.Q over A1
I gott sauce I gott juice
I got stay on
Future drip
Lil water on me drip
Strides don't come in inch
Haters come wit a stinch
Pocket fa
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I
some bleedin shit
Pour up some lean & i'm lit
I send tha gang on a blitz
Hunnid some rounds on tha carbon
Pull up broad day let it hit
Tag that lil nigga
Verse 1
These are the rules of the game
Peep how I do my thang
Gotta keep that work in line homeboy
I hope you do tha same
I’m mr. Keep it real
Them
they call me Mr phero
Men I am only focused in tha mucho dinero
I pray I get the 1 followed by many zeros
I got a billon dreams but am living in ghetto
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
backwood wit some diesel
I’m lookin for teq Tequila
Sippin on syrup by tha litter
Ride wit some racks & just ems
Im having Pills pounds & percs
Water be
Thoughts? And I'm Not To Blame For
What Happens Off In This Game I'm Do Or Die About My Scratch But I Know
This Dope Game Ain't Tha Way 4 Me To Go. But
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in
up in tha culdesac
Shyt like lil mexico
Sundays hit Big Daddy's
Usedta glide at skate town
Knew a freak in camelot
'Nother freak dat came a lot
Mexican
spit when that neck stop, in tha yo ima wreck shop my spirit goin when tha rest stop,
Might just get popped I'm crazy, I jus pulled up in a brand new
On my daddy they just let a dog out tha cage
Momma look at tha man that your son done became
I'll never switch up on my Niggas just for aa lil bit
take me
Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
I'm livin' now while I'm still hea
Fuck it when I'm gone
Long as tha homies pour the beer I know
a different height
Rollin' round in that two seater open
Now ninjas be hopin' we don't come around
But ninja when I'm in yo town I change tha sound
Sorry you
Pop you and yo mans
This tha type of bands
That get you knocked off by yo mans
I’m trynna spinna again
Give this gun a cleanse
He said he want smoke
a show
We scamming hard to get them plays i know you see them post
You talking crazy on the gram I thought you was a hoe
He sold his soul for that lil post
a martyr
Dropping singles not albums like 1,2,3,4,5 tha Carter
These rhymes are sick in the head so lock me up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Tha Carter I’m talking Lil
to Bring Tha City Out
Same places that I grew up in
Was the places I got piss drunk, threw up in
Memory a lil 'choppy' I was 'screwed' up then
Could've been
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
tryna get me a loaf
I ain't worried bout ' nobody, keep drac )' in my coat
I ain't no P, but I'm stiff onna hoe
And I smoke By tha P , this shit came
lil' monopoly, and some hide-and-go-seek'in
And I'm back as tha pool
So you wanna take a dip she like, " Yeah, that's cool"
See me and these thugs came
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