Lyrics:
to shootin' like soccer)
I'm not leavin' evidence
So you better get yourself a lawyer
(Get you a lawyer)
I'll settle this shit by myself
If you go to 12
bitch
She say she wanna give me head in my car
(Woo) the illest nigga in the room
Wherever I'm at by far (yeah)
Ten toes down just grind hard (yeah)
I'm
Listen to me
Take about 10 12 Benadryl
Alright
Take about 10 12 Benadryl
Listen to me
All you women are the reason I'm dying I take 30 Benadryl at once
I dropped needed no promo ,
They say I'm sleep by myself
But why do I rap
I rap for myself
Don't fuck with people that's making assumptions
Every
and raised down here, best believe I'm dyin here
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
For all my rebels ridin dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
Hot rods, no
pain away
Motion sickness from the V12
From the V12
And she really giving me hell
Giving me hell
Look I need some intel
Need intel
I just ride by myself
back and forth I’m in my city hitting wheelies, 12 o’clock and you ain’t with Me, catch me in that traffic drifting, voom voom voom yea that’s me
out these 12 ounce curls
Come catch a vibe vision real blurred
Yard that's filled with snakes so I'm chilling by the sand
Not a mask in sight here just
I stay with my rod nigga, I don't ride no waves though
Lately I been posted by the payroll
I been M.I.A, I just don't know what to say
I had left
like yesterday I was young
Now niggas dying by the guns
Don't know how to feel now I'm off the field
Now I'm really finna run it up
Now I'm really
the last breath leaves my lung
And I'm no more even so damn young
The dead is shot at by the firing squad
Hear these lyrics being unsung
OH MY GOD ! x4
It
Girl you are so fine to me girl I could take
You out all over town i got it over over
Here now I’m seeing you all
The time talkin to
Ya and textin
There ain't nothin' that can't be done by me and God
Ain't nobody come in between me and God
One day we'll live together where the angels trod
Me
There ain't nothin' that can't be done by me and God
Ain't nobody come in between me and God
One day we'll live together where the angels trod
Me
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
Ay, yeah x3
Yeah x3
Rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6...
Rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6,
Don’t trust your games don’t trust your
that I told her ass gas
Ain't never duck shit but it was 1 time bro screamed yo 12
I seen it all when I seen who fraud when shit get real
I'm tryna go
Haha
He don't even know what he talking bout haha
Yo, Aye yo, I'm back
Haha
Three Z's
T'Challa
Young Samson
And the most vicious of them all
leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his namesake I'm saved
I will fear no evil, i fear no evil
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me
Surely
Rockin board shorts oaklies and tan flip flops
Cherry wood smokes comin from my traeger grill
Can of bush light sittin by my rod and reel
Couple tunes come
did a raid at
I had them glade bags and scales, I had them flashbacks of jail
I'm blowing gas passing 12, If I get blued, they catching hell
Next time I
always recognize real
I'm popping seals tryna drown out my pain still
I'm in the field wit a steel
Glock like a fishing rod it's finna reel me a meal
Get
Not safe
Not safe
Bitch keep saying that I'm not safe
Text me 12am say you'll drive out to my house
Saying that you're drunk but you're still coming out
still dior her mans is boring she want to try this
Know I go od when I get beats so now I'm poppin
Cash shit watch this
My shoes cost 12 bs
You can't talk
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