Lyrics:
gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot
the pills coming down know my face looking mean
Kill em by Christmas
We sliding on eve
Can't trust Hoes cause Adam fucked Eve
Beat king hit the bitch on god
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli'
and the other got beams
Call me I’m movin whatever you need
I got this lil 40 on me don’t try me
Ima get out of my body
We gon turn up in this bitch get it poppin
She asking am I rolling I tell that bitch I might be
Swag game cold leaving chills I'm So Icey
She say she like my chain yelling (burr) with my gang
wanna feed us
Man, tell these bums get they steez up
I say it now, 'cause I was down, I turn around get my cheese up
Stay committed, get hella fitted,
on my name
I, tell you the truth
I cannot lose, I treat the world like a stage
Uh, Dre, who is they
We them boys round the way
Knock you out, like
of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals,
bullets flushed em
That nigga died? His mama cried? Well tell that bitch that I said fuck her,
(You stupid mother fucker)
Knew that you ain't love em
Let em
stop all dat talking
Bitch just roll my tree
Just bout that draco
got dat Soulja boy rite by my seat
Fuck these niggas mane
Dz niggas don't know bout
to tell you some tragic shit
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw
Bitchs shit in my draws like you piss in my draws, nigga my
Swear I'm giving em hell
Whenever my door opens
It ain't hard to tell
My heart was so broken
They ain't wishing me well
Fuck em
I'm gone smoke em
Yah shit
seducers, they come in deuces
But when I cut 'em off, they always become a nuisance
Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
He just took my old
my niggas tryna eat
I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor show me the door
My niggas kicking em down
Flicky in the whip they wish I would slip
A bos swag
I stay down
With the shits
Because I live my
Life fast
I’m acting ignorant
Talk big shit
Cause I can
Back it
Ain’t never
Had shit
So I tell
this song got me thinkin' out my range
With no piff involved, my swag flyer than a plane
With the ruly attitude, ignorant, arrogant dude
Excuse me, I'm
(Crank That) ft. Kid LarX & Solowar247 (Prod By. Kid LarX)
(Kid LarX Verse): This ain't no Soulja boy but we ain't cranking that bitch looking Megan
flopping now
Shooting my missile take the chopper down
VP the union we got it locking down
Who talk foul said they washing me
Turn to FCC and tell em watch
an opportunist, I'm that typa boy that's tryna get it by any means
YSTBC the ArtiQulator boy I'm all about my bizz
They don't believe that I'm a boss until I tell
up my mind
Which way do I turn when there's so much stress
Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady
And I really do miss my baby baby
Who tryna play i came to violate Annihilate
Anything in my way
Raise the crime rate
Turn a blind eye
Go in my estate
I gotta sip on sum yak
Insomnia
neon lights
Kicks stands up when we on bikes
See my swag I’m beyond tight
I do my T-H-I-N-G on mic's its..
S-N double O P
First class in your face homie
is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
'Cause I tell it how it is,
is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
'Cause I tell it how it is,
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