Lyrics:
chest up
Palm on my strap
Anybody wanna step up
Hit you in the back
Bitch I'm aiming for the neck up
Picking up crumbs man ya oughta get swept up
Going
sets
I need some guitars, and some drum sets
I need them (bands) give me them (bands)
I need that AC/DC
This is just water Fiji
Livin in nirvana
That's
how are you
Come up from shit now I got the juice
Pull up in six I'm tired of the coupe
Diamonds legit diamonds on wrist
Diamonds on neck my money
you warm
But every time the going got tough
One by one, they were falling off
While you were breaking your neck
Trying to keep your head up
I was
computer human antidote
MP3 LCD's in my BVD's G3 key snot I sneeze
You forgot
Please I remember every number
Buy 1 thousand condoms at Price Club I'm
slow-mo, super phasing tricks
Having conversations with myself, fusing in a click
Simple thought and discussion, you negligent bitch
That ACDC way back in
riding in that two seater
They face to face
I'm by myself but they huggin' like a wife beater
Shout out to my OG for him I'm puttin' in work
Shout
My money done got a lil' weight
Like it done been in the gym gym gym yea
That bitch must be stupid as fuck
If she think Ima simp simp simp yea ha
D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's
around my neck
Woo ha, got them all in check
See it's up my back, it's around my neck
Woo ha, got them all in check
Let's scream, and let's shout
around my neck
Woo ha, got them all in check
See it's up my back, it's around my neck
Woo ha, got them all in check
Let's scream, and let's shout
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
that sent for me
Back in Black
AC/DC that's my strap
On a highway to hell
Young kilo got the map
Ain't no fear
Ain't no danger
Couple bones in my chamber
comin' for yo neck
Watch yo step, whoa, neck whoa, neck
If you wanna be harbored up in heaven you better come up off that driftwood
Jesus is the only way
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
I spit
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
I
make you stupid
Now i'm popping on the ace of spades
Alomo bitters with my sprite still freeze
Yes i keep it real cos i'm a real gee
Any chick you see by
One for the money, two for your girl
Three for your life now I fucked up your world
Do you like how it feels to be bit
In the neck by a snake that
it up (uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (go get it)
Got monkey bullets in this TEC (brr), and it's takin' off your neck (gah)
Shots in
Turn up
I keep my foot on they neck
All I want is the loot yeah the check
In this rap shit
You know I'm a vet
You don't know
What I do bout respect
Turn up
I keep my foot on they neck
All I want is the loot yeah the check
In this rap shit you know i'ma vet
You don't know what I do bout respect
something
Bre bre breathin' down my neck
You take a girl on a few nice trips
Let a girl sit in a few nice whips
I guess you feel like I owe you one
put a bubble in my heart
Get bruk wild, shake up your chest
Inevitable that you ah guh enjoy yourself
Crick neck
Weh dutty, yeah
Chi Ching
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