No Standards
Prada Curse
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Run fast to the gas pack From the back back Can't f*ck with y'all hoes no snapchat Came back from the same clique nigga add that Yeah we ain't had none lil' boy that's big facts Plus I do this shit all for my momma Wanna buy her that Louis and Prada If you want the smoke you can come find us But my niggas they bite like piranhas Ball out no forth Quarter like I'm Kobe Told my side plug pass that OG In three grams I mean three OZs Murked that boy in the face, got nosebleeds 2020 Vision bitch umma face it Shot so clear might need me some Lasik Bad lil hoe but I know that she basic Breakin' her back and I know that she's shakin' Plottin' and watching they hearing my sound Beat up the pussy you know umma pound Tears on her face know my ex she goin drown Funny how they wanna come around I cook the brick, cut the brick with machetes My niggas bussin' and pull up in chevies When I was rock bottom nobody goin' help me She gave me neck, her name was Chelsea So I ran up, he put his hands up Oh you a fan huh You done lost your muthafuckin' mind like you got dandruff My girls a dancer cause life's a test with no right answers Run up to the free throw and I hit it got no standards Climbin' to the top, vertical, that's the way to go No I ain't a pope but I pray, everyday lil hoe I've been watching, learning, searching everywhere for answers Run up to the free-throw and I hit it got no standards Used be juggin' on the block boutta bus it Chop out a .50 I hit a concussion Got the 4' on my side and you know I ain't tussin Ak in back of the car like a Russian We from the south yeah you know how it go down Floating on top and I hit him with 4 rounds I Bust him over and got up with 4 pounds I pop a perky and then it's goin slow down I ain't do talkin' I ain't with that f*ck shit We brought up Berettas and wet up yo function I pulled up on you and you making assumptions I got a few hundreds and you know that I'm thumbin" I get the guap and I count up the mula My Brodie my life and they callin' him Kooda Put a hit on your head and they call you medusa You saying you got back but they really goin shoot us? Broke out the box and I still got the trauma Got shackles on me and I feel like Osama That 4-5 goin snap back and hit up the mada I'm used to the step backs cause that's how I grew up My father was gone my mother was working In the back of my mind I knew shit wasn't perfect But I was the answer that people were searching So I stayed up awake and said f*ck all that lurking Run fast to the gas pack From the back back Can't f*ck with y'all hoes no snapchat Came back from the same clique nigga add that Yeah we ain't had none lil' boy that's big facts Plus I do this shit all for my momma Wanna buy her that Louis and Prada If you want the smoke you can come find us But my niggas they bite like piranhas
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