Lyrics:
at?
Play me a gangster's theme
While you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions
Throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggas thinkin
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
is my hoes, they following me
When you called her last night, she was swallowing me
E.S.G. on DVD, and I be thugging it up
All my diamonds princess
luxuries to a minimal
I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys
I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
see what I mean livin' with
Bentley
With the rims you can sit in
Or the Enso with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how
you say things
And how you evolving by doing the same thing?
I'm here for the culture we ain't on the same team
Making discs no DVD
Laugh out loud like
Yeah
2016
Back when we were 15
Way before the nicotine and all we want's a small degree
Thinkin bout the good times and the bad time
This was way
time they call in, young nigga ballin'
I went from tellin' them to try me, to callin' shots
And I wanna know what's on your mind, what you're thinkin
and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated
your ass in
What the fuck was you niggas thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin
That you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
to tha max I'm just thinkin' they goofy
Tryina show out in concert
Stackin' til I pull up in a Bentley, like fonzworth
Stack until it's bout a quarter mil
It's all about my paper, even rappin' 'round the fonty
By oh four, I had the coupe Bentley Conti'
Shit I don't know if it's Givenchy or Givanchy
Fuck
Rah, rah, rah, rah, brrt
I want my fucking respect, man
Told y'all niggas
Know what the fuck it is nigga
Griselda, nigga griselda
Machine bitch
this game go
If I wasn't a boss don't know what I'd be
Was nineteen years old in the club with no ID
I just need to flex, then she comin' home with
I wanna Bentley Truck
That bitch said she ain’t gone give it up
Oh dats ya bitch idgaf
Cum on her thumb watch her lick it up
I got the semi tucked
no fucks, gotta run it up
If you thinkin' I'ma lose then you dumb as fuck
Pop out, drippin' diamonds, ooh, Bentley butter cup
Youngest out my city,
at all)
I was thinkin' small too 'til my money got bigger (real shit)
Niggas couldn't fuck with me since ElCamino One (at all)
Richest nigga under 30
nasty
Look, we used to pray for
All them hundred dollar sneaks
Standin' by the stove just to get some heat
We was rockin' dirty clothes
I had stains on my
to walk in the rain?
Bentley truck, but you get what I'm sayin'
Gettin' money, don't care for the fame
EBK, we don't care what you claim
Got no license,
a crib
We was doin' fine
Talkin bout that money
I was problem child
But they dont know what I been thru
Sometimes I turn in to a fool
I just wanna die too
a mil or something, thinkin' bout gettin' a deal or something
Know I can't do it all by myself same time I hate askin' for help
They told me go get
Face to face body to body eye to eye
They faked on me but I wasn't taken by surprise
My main homies the only people i idolize
And I get deady from
a lil' change, you showed me what it was
Niggas ain't the same, I even tried to show your homies love
I remember I was broke and I was stressed out
a punchline
Mops in the car when it's crunchtime
Ten thousand on my head, I walk a fine line
I was up in jail flushin' one time sunshine
Bentley super sport
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