Lyrics:
hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
filled with gasoline
Even if I tank
Go down a great
You gon' remember me
Generations of memories
Pen a walking legacy he failed so successfully
Harder
When I get them chokers gon' drown em'
Let the fake shit fade
Tryna get away from rainy days
I got to eat pockets hungry
Can't be just stuck like a dummy
and
Get yo
doe
homie
Rap is money
The rap game ain't never bore me
my game is tight
when I rock the mic
Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight
Stevie
and
Get yo
doe
homie
Rap is money
The rap game ain't never bore me
my game is tight
when I rock the mic
Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight
Stevie
That's the mad flows when I'm locked in a cage
When I'm locked in a cage
You know that I'm fire
So lit as fuck you gon need to retire
Niggas so shocked
kids are growing by the day
So imma get myself in line
Sometimes I want some love…
Then I get to thinking
What's the cost?
How you gon change on me
Gave
every other nigga in my crew
I bump hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn
I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk
Zel finna slide
Henny for the drink (Drink)
I'm with the gang, you in the gang
When the fuck we gon' link?
(When the fuck we gon' link?)
Big dope for the stink
(Big dope
or without you
I'm a blow back to back and keep big old stacks
just in case I gotta throw one at you
lets get money
Never Lookin' Back when I get me a bird
chill)
Come on, come on, come on, come on (wait, wait and we gon' swing it over here)
Come on everybody let's baseball (swing it over there)
Come
got you ill motion sickness
And I move with the quickness
Mayweather bob and weave
I'm feeling so hot like it's five hundred degrees
I'm in a melting
(This a Plies check-in, bro)
I was blind when they crossed me (Know this shit took cash to drop)
I been used by niggas, I been used by bitches
One
the shell but you know I ain't talking no turtle
Surround myself with winners
Bitch, I got it out the muscle
They gon want me when I'm up
But I ain't talking
sinning with the best of you
Floating on a stepping stone, or rather that
Super-sport chevy, got your chick riding heavy on my testicles
By any means
a nice day
Take a drag and a sip, on the runway
Let me tell you how I am and how I'm not high
A couple dollars we can spend on a cab ride
Like putting
Niggas told me they gon ride
Told me they gon slide
When it came drama time
Nobody was by my side
Shit i had to realize
Niggas be drippin dimes
Dont
grown we ‘gon heal ‘em all
Just know the real involved
When you hear this song get up off the wall
(Woo)
Blunt lit, one hit
Rip apart your lungs quick
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
and they gon slide, and they gon slide, for me
Let me talk it like I talk it baby you kno what I mean
All this jewelry on me in the shower pressure bitch I'm
ain't know girl better read up on me
You trying to get high, gotta re-up on me
Bein' stuck up gon' leave you lonely for the night
We should leave
But I know, I know
I know, I know
Bye-bye, baby, tell me lies
Tired eyes but you're always high again
So let me know when the cloudy skies clear
Let me
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