Lyrics:
tweaking, get the blunt, take a hit, I'm high as shit
I was rollin za wit my lil tray in my lil niggas whip,
You cannot just come right in my crib tell me who
can't help me
A man who acts senseless
This is L-town, we resort to violence
When you drive by it, you might get driveby'd with
Lyricism from the two
This
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
For the booty down
I said, Ok stylist
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like
And who's better for this than Plug One? (Plug One)
Don't have to worry 'bout me squashin' other deals
'Cause they've already been squished
Freeze a frame
about a lil boy
Who grew up to be a hustla
He would never quit, ghetto bad boy (you know how we do on the streets)
Just the ways of a hustla
Through all
vision
Ballin' like I'm MJ, fade away lil' nigga
That bitch bad, Kim K, fade away I'm wit her
She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Mr. Too Complicated
Who hopelessly obfuscated me
Will you tell me your mind
Or will you hide behind your guise of
Practiced poise and dry flirtation?
That boy not a shooter for real
I got niggas who still posted up in the trap and they prolly gone lose it for real
And that's prolly where I'mma be
kick it like Mbappe
Lil shawty, yo body
Need to spoil that
Like where your soil at
Cant let them soil that, aye
I could crank and let it heat, or let it
might stop by and let that lil' bitch lush
I pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus
Lil' nigga, you know what it was
You know what it is, you know
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
to the moon
Louis V tee this aint Fruit of The Loom
I know i clean up nice i aint even need a broom
You dont want the smoke lil boy who you fooling
I got all
Just keep them away from me
I lost my lil brother my mind my feelings my hearted man somebody pray for me
My foot on the gas I’m all In my bag
I
on your blade
I don't care who you claim that you touched on prior
Cause I never had shit to my name
So I made that change now my price is higher
Mr MTK had
Yeaa see so many things
Kant choose which one
Im pick-ee
Like my bitch
With a Fat ass
Lightskin, brownskin
All fo me yea
Like ah bitch who ownt worry
Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy
Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs I keep callin'
Focused on digits I can't be ya Mrs
Raising the bar on these bitches time to turn up a lil notch
(Whoo!)
Raising the bar on these bitches, just sit back
said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini
(I hear voices)
Yeah
(I hear voices)
Mr. Glock
(I hear voices)
(I hear voices)
Yeah, camo AP, I'm a soldier (uh)
I got old money I ain't
got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go
and I'm lit
Been in the field nigga don't want the smoke with lil K
Cause you know that I'm sending a blitz
Ain't got to slide by myself my young nigga been
time to vote
And if I did Mr.President wouldn't understand
Life in the ghetto
I'm the trouble man
(Willie D)
What ya know about the trouble man
for my hood yeah foolio
One less G in the hood doin' an idiotic drive-by
But still I puts it down for the westside
[LV:]
Repeat and fade:
Mr
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