Lyrics:
to kill
But let me tell you Allah will take revenge
We love Oliver Beasley
We love Oliver Beasley
One of our soldiers
Oliver Beasley
Yeah
Oliver X was shot
Walter
Hey little Walter
Walter listen
Hey little Walter
Something's gonna getcha, little Walter
Started coming up with clothes I could not buy
Patties by day, cooking meth by night
Spongebob Walter White, Spongebob Walter White
Spice up the kelp fries with a bit of Blue Sky
Spongebob Walter White,
you, Nathan, for fetching me this glass of water from the well. It always goes down smooth.
NATHAN:
Let’s get back to the story, Uncle Walter!
UNCLE
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
trip, bro. I got you a date."
So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen
He said to call and tell her "Walter said that you with me."
I
the ratchet at
Coaches had ya back
You could've been in the NBA
Instead of Beasley house with ya
Name on an NDA
Anyway, I was gettin' paper back then
things all by myself so nigga, what you mean to me?
Uh, Walter White, Walter White, Walter White, smart like Walter White
Walter White, Walter White,
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Bitch
Woah
I be in the trap (In the trap)
With a pot (With a pot)
Chef Boy R D (Boy R D)
Yeah I re rock (Re rock)
Feeling like
plus I'm diesel like all of them
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
(You gotta rock on) Rock rock on, you
a palace is cost me a lot
I let it rock like i'm Weezy, work with the left like i'm Beasley
I don't get mad that's beneath me
Wonder while I watch the Knicks
coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and
Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we
coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and
Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we
believe you think you got the best of me
Easy, too easy
I was made for the balling like Beasley
Y'all better feed me, feed me
Scoring with the team on TV
crack rock to a baby and you really just a baby
The shit I seen in Sun Valley drive a nigga crazy
I drunk so many pints I damn near drove my mama crazy
Yeah
Cut the music up in the head phones, please
That's more like it
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
This that rock with me music, buck with me music
Baby
on the Cross my sins were crushed
Cleansed by the blood that poured and rushed
Rose from the grave and up with a wave
Your love you gave, your love I'll crave
yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
Ima
down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You
hair caught fire, you're diseased
Snuggled up with little kids
Balloon fights in trees
You rock dish-washing gloves
Michael, you queer, you fucking
I hit em like Tyson
Catch me Walter Whiting
Ooooh this shit is deadly
Yea I'm dropping them like ricin
What's the matter baby
Why you look so
Niggie trippin' why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit
See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip
Peep the correct way to get
they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter
Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
protecting the public from
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