The Ring (feat. MyNameKushy)
Wilx
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Slick detached from society swapped out my sobriety For grass grew by the root For that loot I slick be rioting All bout that cheese My pockets they suffer obesity Nigga get praise like a diety Straight off the top like a guillotine If I see a ring then I flee the scene Like I ain't seen a thing Might catch a play in the culdesac Make a lil jug and I bop like I'm Kodak black All bout that cream like some monestat Niggas want fame but that fortune not wanting that Selling they soul for some clout Is that what that bout So bout my paper went got me a route Ain't got me no likes I got me a dike She ride me like bike Climb to the top like a hike Where the signal is weak And it ain't no wifi No social media no Wikipedia Niggas be peeping my drip and they eat it up On fire by the summer Right now I'm just heating up Raising the temp I used to work temp Used to work like a slave For minimum wage Looking back boy I remember them days I only want ms Used to only want js Picked up a pack I ain't pickup no trade Hustle all day Ain't barter or trade Dodged every cop that popped up on the waze Ain't pop on the gram Watch I pop anyways Dodged every cop that popped up on the waze Ain't pop on the gram Watch I pop anyways Yep I'm on a cloud They can't follow the wave 2 blunts of medical Hoe I'm a paramedic And been in these streets like a derelict I get that bag til I die and they bury me Now too much money to count So i stare at it And your money funny like paradies Look at me with your hand out like charity It's above me I'm fly like a parakeet That's on my name I got pull like a hernia Me and Wilx twinning like malice and pusha t But he not a preacher And I don't sell yeezys Count up that bread Now my pockets look yeasty Think I need monestat Bust down my dope with the mix Then I bond it back Sell different drugs out my place Hypochondriac Sipping that tuss And I mix with the cognac Whipping that jag I was pushing the Pontiac Medical plug came from Michigan Pontiac My plug sent me 20 I honored that Payoff the judge I'm not guilty your honor Beat all my cases like adrian bronner Ice on wrist Cuz I broke it while whipping the dust Grinding like lupe I kick and I push Perc got me nauseous I'm kicked in the gut Come her bitch Rollup my blunt Slick detached from society swapped out my sobriety For grass grew by the root For that loot I slick be rioting All bout that cheese My pockets they suffer obesity Nigga get praise like a diety Straight off the top like a guillotine If I see a ring then I flee the scene Like I ain't seen a thing
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