Lyrics:
know that I'm cooler, please
Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please
So cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degrees
Boss daddy used to call
I'm plush
Haters pretend but end up gettin crushed
Try'n ta fuck wit us
I kinda want to mention names
Just to let em know, fo sho, Coo Coo Cal still
Medicating in Cali off that exotic tropic
My bitch bad and she know it
and I swear that she solid
Everyday I'm losing sleep, but I'm gaining in profits
for the .40 cal
All this positive shit and really I'm hardly different
Thinkin' I might end up in a cell right by these niggas
My mind started
of a match pussy
I'm fire
This league needed a match so Smack booked me
But look, hold up
Did you ever hold up a gat pussy?
Real G's know how the AR feel
names
No I'm not ashamed, to lift up his name
Jesus! it's all about YOU, Lord
Jesus! LORD, fill me up
Jesus! I can't get enough
Jesus! not of YOU Lord
on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)
like I flicked a switch and now I'm feeling good (Bounce)
No way to stop it, now you wish that you could (Bounce)
When the weekend comes I know I'll
Seen a familiar face, I bust a U-turn
(6lement)
Hey
When them tears fall, know the path darker
I pray to the Lord, hear me out, Father (ooh,
flight, hey
Keeping it steady!
[Pre Hook: Tebz Smith]
Every day
Every day
It's you we need on a steady
Lord your grace is all we need to keep pushing
the Lord
Let me tell 'em
Come on
It's only by His grace that I'm still breathin
So I bless the Lord, I got ten thousand reasons
Demons leaving, people
you've been good to me
Nobody fit take your place in my life
You've been faithful Lord
You've been faithful Lord
Yeah
[Vs 2: Tebz Smith]
Ha! Who no know
of that OG, we smoking them back-to-back
Molly looking like sugar, so you know that I'm dipping it
See my jeans by the stack, and my shoes cost 'bout half
weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
me do that (alright)
Huh, I gotta eat can't get with broke cats
You know the queen like to be where the money at
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
My homie in the cell, so I had
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
My homie in the cell, so I had to write
All my life I've been on guard
Like soldiers made of terracotta
I'm forgotten
Buried in the ground
I never got no pardon
I've been haunted
By so
de Mayo
When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo
Mardi Gras beads in a towel
I just made that up
I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual
But I'll
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
pillow
Drinking potion with the killa's
Only making it worse
I soak the game up and flame up
And hit where it hurts
Lord knows I'll ride ona bitch
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motherfuckers know me
Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel
Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real
Spittin'
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