Lyrics:
me, worry 'bout you
Worry about something, don't worry what I do
Hatin' motherfuckers, it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again, me again
See,
again
Don't worry about me, worry 'bout you
Worry about something, don't worry what I do
Hatin' motherfuckers, it'll be a long time
Before you ever
Worry about something, something will do
And motherfuckers, it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again
So don't worry about me, I'll be fine
I'll
Don't want the glam if it cost us our liberty
You could get canceled if you do not cooperate
Fucked by a label and they did not lubricate
Rather stay me
you need something to do
You tell me theres nothing to do
Thats why I wasn't feeling you boo
Left you right in the dust bitch I'm cool
Get the check in
Gas man I'm da Gas man
Nah I ain't filling up no gas cans
But you know I'm filling up these big blunts
I break down and roll up some good skunk
no veteran sent me
I'm something like amphetamines, it's deadly
If it's the hardest you're talking
I be one of the hardest barrers reporting
If it's
the vision
They conquering by the division
But ultimately pick a decision
Do you want rise or do you want fall
You Doing it big or you doing it small
Are you
you bloody and bruised in the grass
I don't preach violence I do what I do
If you threaten me then I fuck up you
Bitch I drop bars I lost grip
smoker, 'fore smoke
As I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked
Hittin' 16 switches is the life
While your girl send you to players anonymous,
So, Miss Nicki Minaj
What do you say to people that say
You're trying to be something that you're
Not like Lady Gaga or Madonna and
You're doing things
chips
I keep me a steak, a pistol, a grip four 5th
Cuz I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6
Don't wanna be carried by 6
Rather be judged by
I can do it
Let me prove it
Let me add a lil me to the family tree
Our roots, they run deep
Our roots, they run deep
I just want something that'll
We gon do what we want
See I got whatchu need lil momma
Why you putting up a front
(Why you putting up a front)
Know I'm rolling in the green lil momma
Chorus:
I got something in my cup,
Guess tonight i’m getting drunk
I don’t usually do blunts,
But we gon roll up some of that skunk
Guess it’s
on end
On a bone from just listening and then:
"Call me back on my phone", spoke the tone, again
Call back and do the same thing tomorrow
Something
that iron anyday
By any means don't you try me
Know that my youngings they all about it
(Woah) warn a nigga like the cops out
Rest In Peace shirt for
Stick on me, nigga, bet not touch me
Crack a brick on your head like you Deebo or something
He said it's smoke, I feel like doe boy
Oh, really? Let's go,
Curse the dirt we wish to skunk
As we are amazed by disgust
Bow and stare at them, fantasize
Questioning paradigms, wondering about maledictions
, tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
, tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
Ha ha, yeah! I go by the infamous name of B-Eazy. Barge House! You may catch me flying down I-35, or rolling down I-20. And they always ask
Who dat?
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
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