Lyrics:
goin viral
Yeh the way she throwin that back, back, back
Got my head in a spiral
When she wine that body like that, that, that
And it's giving
Her best
the trunk (hold up)
I ain't lyin, it's the best thing goin
When my white girl's around, it's always snowin
Momma cain't stand her, tellin me to switch
Sayin
And now my heart is sorta racin'
'Cause she said tonight will be the night we do some fornicatin' (let's go)
Hell yeah, I'm down, I'm 'bout to go all out
He fucking up like Channel 4
I got some news for him
These my Jim Morrison flows
They bout to open doors for me
I tell a bitch hello
I love you
Now
so you know it's gon last a hunnid
Goin a hunnid
It's way to redundant how they want abundance
Ask for a good idea ain't putting up nothing
My goal's
you'll play me on
Flip water, nuttin' like avion
Type a shit my niggas get gravy on
Money missin', might find your baby gone
The way we bond, Cam got ta
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
Maybe 'cause I grew up in a different way
(Privilege ass white boy)
Chip on my shoulder
Its just getting bigger
As I'm getting older
Don't wait on your
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
even tryna lose her (uh-huh)
I'm addicted to my girl
And the way that she twirls in that little skirt (uh-huh)
Just for me in the club, in the crib,
goin' crazy)
Wishin' I get us all out the ghetto
These rap niggas can't see me though they my sons, yeah, I'm a deadbeat
Play little things, 'til Scuba
learnin' 'bout the glass bowl
Caught me with a deuce five, mama kicked my ass, bro
Break yourself, leave his brains on the dashboard
I'm with Ced
Whachu goin' back?
Back up under the attack
Wanna see the path
Blocked off from it by the ad
They can't touch it, boy
They can't touch it, boy
They
feelings that I had just know them shits all dead
I’m only rapping bout the shit because it’s pain felt
Now if that nigga Cupid come I keep it by my belt
I
wanna see me go big
They prayin on my downfall
They just wanna see down, yeah
Goin all the way up
I won't let my feet touch the ground
Cause I'm grinding
An bitches be fakin
Cus im on my way to a meal an shit
All these broke niggas round me don't phase me Cus Im goin Brazy
An that's why I'm winning shit
Niggas
albums
But these the things I live my life by I ain't tryna live without 'em
Momma told me that I'm gonna grow up make her proud and
I been on my way I'm
achieve that goal (Yea)
Had to put a couple things on hold
I got a family now (I got family)
My lil boy 'bout to be three years old (Three)
And my baby
flowers by spring
(I'll be flowers by spring)
I'll be flowers by spring
(I'll be flowers by spring)
I'm not worried 'bout a thing
(I'm not worried 'bout
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
on the line
For a peace of the promised land
I'm burnin' my candle at both ends
'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin'
Is to outrun the wind
I can't
You let that show towards others in the things you do
'Cause when the trumpets blowing, 24 elders surround the throne
Only 144,000 goin' get home
the owner
Hit this gin make things move slower
I'm never sober
Roll some weed our eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school
Ride it sound just like a newer
touching that bitch cuz you know she got no body
I’m goin’ hard and them niggas gone know bout it
Did this by myself so I don’t need nobody
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