Lyrics:
For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act
Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep
Out on the streets you don't
rollin' in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act
Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep
Out
hustlin' up the dirty deep
Betta watch them dirty boys down south we keep it dirty g
I know you heard of me
I got that work
Man I got that white and I
and you know this
But the pussy-ass niggas won't show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jacking or craps
we get it boy we get it and we don't know how to stop
Best believe by any means we gone do what's necessary
Even if it means leaving suckaz in
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
Come to me don't try it, gotta com-plaint, boys ride toys on
Chrome, baby you drunk, you need to go home, 15 quick and ill
Thug rug bone, first
I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this
But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma
at
Come walk through my home
Yeah, I'll take you inside of that
Inside my rap, still strugglin'
But I know real cats admire that
I got a fam so most my
Time
the brakes now
Volume up nigga gotta stay sound
Don't ever get chained up K town
When you get the fucking shovel we gon' make mounds
Mix moves to the oven we
ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know
grippin that heat tight
If it’s just us then I’m grippin them cheeks tight
She made me fall in love I can’t think right
Don’t loose yo life cuz u tryna
want
Lemme tell you my dream
Number 1 get the guap by any means
Number 2 put on for your family
Number 3 make sure they know who they see uh or they know
already know what it is yeah
They know that we can't be fucked with
From a corner boy straight to a G
Double Homicide, yeah that's a murda by me
Double
International Red)
Uh yeah let off the gas and stop
If you still spinning like them mix show DJ's
Add the box (What up home of the boys uh yeah)
We watching
International Red)
Uh yeah let off the gas and stop
If you still spinning like them mix show DJ's
Add the box (What up home of the boys uh yeah)
We watching
C4 c4
And the CEO
Gucci Mane’s a G, G i’m tryna sell a P, P’s
From A to Z (From A to Z) you know about B
You know about B
You know I fuck with Wee
Rose bubblin', Black Bottle Boys just walked in
And you know your girl is an option, ha ha
Green light when you're ready, baby gimme gimme some
Why
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real as shit
Aw yeah I'm back in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but
know how SLIMER be
Get tail once again, my little worm plays hide and seek
You smellin' like a flower and Ima ima ima bee
Yeah in the trap again tappin'
men just
Playing games
They all be like
Some clones
(They all be)
(Like some clones)
They say they
Love you but
They know they
Really don't
(But they
You know by now I got the best flow
I dont even be rushing
But now its a debate discussion
On whose the number #1 rap spit crack
16 bar with a platinuim
of a clown
I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder
The message is I'm too strong to hold down
I know the ledge, and I ain't planning to drown
As harsh it
don't know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
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