Lyrics:
ass track I quickly program it
For others could see me, its like Smothers brothers
You get spread on bread like the butter
Peanut, what, see what, B
the fact that I got bars
And attitude like a rock star
And if you got war, keep it to your lonesome
And I ain't never claimed to be
A killer but I own some
a lesson
I cannot fuck with no peasant
I only rock VVS's
VVS's in my necklace
VVS's got me reckless
It's Gunna-Gunna, bitch you guessed it
I might say
stays like this
While D-boys push packs to stack major chips
Makes me wanna get a sack
And break it down to bit's
(Right?! yeah) but that I ain't
What I
365 days in one year Dogg and about 85 bad bitches
Over there up against the wall
They all waitin' to be chose, clothes sweaty and shit
But all dey
a
Nine-to-five I can be proud of, that I can speak loud of
And to help a nigga get out of
Yo! The concrete playground
But most motherfuckers only want you to stay
, dedicate to somebody
Not just anybody though, like somebody special
You? I mean these other bitches be in my DM
But you be in my therapist
Notes
Nah, for
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
Bitch this how goon talk clip
Look like half a
Moon and it will make a nigga moon walk
I'm not the king of pop
But my thing finger pops
I sell bricks
the odds of being a real nigga be realer than a fake
I'm trying to break generation curse, I feel the future really need it
It's like our women being the men
be questioned
I mentioned bad bitches but didn't see the connection
Bad bitches only reflections of how we left them
Conditioned to think their worth
you up late at night
But I'm sayin sometimes it takes money to make it right
To the racist white men I hope your bitch gets fucked by a nigga
I bet you
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine
'm feelin' on the great ballin' in the slant back
I'm Pimp see, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac
Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone
I done
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
kinfolk, call it what I'm living like the high life
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right
I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight
See it in
hop, I drip-drop
I flip-flop with them white tube socks
It go sherm sticks, watch me burn this
That’s what the chronic smell like
When them chemicals mix
Heart cold as the weather but the bitches still melt
Look
10 toes down I hop out check the feet nigga
Water on the wrist I pull up like a beach nigga
nigga imma take it by the grain
Other niggas ain't able so I call these niggas cane
In the booth these niggas Venom but in real life they just Bane
smack hoes
The black rolls with the dozen attack flows
I rock Shaq's clothes when I Alter Beast
Power up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha Peace
Money's armed
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn
Yeah, take that to the bank wit' ya
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke
(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style)
Check it
I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches
(Many) huh, bodies that's
where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
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