Lyrics:
by 5, and poppin' pillies after 8
I see the dark side every night, yeah I know y’all can relate
Hit up anyone with letters, soul mate for day
Trackin'
expect with a 6 by 8 box
When it comes to memories yeah the Chev and me we make lots
Pull up in a Chevy eh
Yeah
Pull up in a Chevy eh
Pull up in a Chevy eh
Daddy would go to Dollar General just to make $20 stretch for food
Some days it felt nothing
8 Years old learning how to budget
Telling teachers
ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Twenty racks in two days
How the fuck did that happen?
I need a chase that's a forty ball
Okay
Um, hi there
Hi
Hello
Hi
Hello
It's currently 7:36 AM
It's 3:20 PM where I am
Currently 8:25 on a Sunday night
It is like, 1:45 AM
And I'm in
over
Pound of gas I'm chain smoker
Ben Frank I'm a bank broker
I withdrawal and make the bank broker
Heee I'm runnin late, I show @ 7 I'll be done by 8
noc, chcę by chwila mogła trwać
8 rano budzik, na pamiątkę fota w lustrze
Wybudujmy Eldorado i nie myślmy już o jutrze
Wracam SKM słuchając sobie ZTM
guess it's my time now, and I'm never going to stop
I hit rewind on the time, I'll be back by the weekend
I shoot the shot no defense
All the banks coming
twenty
But I bought
That shit for ten thousand
I'm with creeper
He my genna he ain't Kendal
Lighting up this Zoot
Two puffs then I send round
When we come
hitting me up on this evening?
He said he got eighty grams of reefer
to smoke away by the weekend, okay
Whenever it burn out
Fuck how it turn out
Hitting
two twenty threes like michael
Not jackson or jordan
He briccin im boarding
Im rick n he morty
Im crackin ya whore n
Im crashin tha foreign
Big bag
the corner of his 40-ounce bottle
On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette
Till one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death
He got murdered by
Glasear
I'm in twenty-thirty-two (Two)
Work put me in thirty-twenty-eight
(Twenty-eight)
I see bullets flying by inside the Wraith
(Wraith) i see
got rich
Twenty-three thousand, spend it on an outfit
Versace know me by my muthafuckin' first name
Twenty-three grand, eight thousand on my fuckin'
Everytime I feel I'm drowning in the deep end
You come around make me feel like its the weekend
Man I been working twenty-four seven
Three jobs huh,
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
you tell me why you're in this business?
I wanted to be a ballet dancer, what else?
The light, by the way, is a very funny color
Do you have anything
knuckles bleed
Send the LMTV, we got a mass casualty
E-Eight bleeding, enemy fire caused by me
Send the LMTV, we got a mass casualty
E-Eight demoted, fuck
Way 2
Bitch
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Meet me at da corner store
I'm juugin' I just made a play
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
I make one phone call
To my young niggas
They'll
bought a new washer/dryer - 8 kilogram drum
I wasn’t happy with the capacity of the old one
They got twenty nine things, and that’s all they need
'Cos
ain’t over just yet
We got the weekend left to go
Ain’t quite nothing like
Sippin’ margaritas by the sea
To pass the time away
Ain’t no one can miss me
From Denver to California
By way of Mexico
We're lost and we're finding each other
And we may never see the west coast
We may never see the west
1, 2, Three yeah she wanna fuck with me
4, 5, Six said she wanna suck my dick
7, 8, Nine imma fucking blow her mind
Take her out for the night yeah
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