Lyrics:
pulling your skirt up
Word up! I heard a lot of stories
A lot of fake glories and unknown territories
It sounded a little fishy
Like red snapper
The fire in the air glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viasma soon fell
By
crippy
No boot camp clicking we was food stamp flipping
Tryna eat
1st of the month re'd up 15th
Quarter punch ice cream trucks police
Stay tryna lock
me if I'm single in interviews
I was too scared to say I'm into you. moving like a single dude
Didn't ever lie but I skipped the truth
Its past
ain't catching me I move like Peter Parker
Big bro done had a baby boy we take his ass to Carter's
Rari said Red Dirt keep doin ya thang you know we goin
backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I'm large
Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
Ever since I was a young boy
I had a wandering soul
I walked and crawled across six state lines
By the time I was eight years old
I landed in
platinum I glow
Cadillac trucks pulling up to the do'
On top out the car, lounge at the bar
We spent a thou', we wild, look at how rowdy we are
Feel like
at myself and my eyes turn red
There's a rose for every season
There's a truth in every heart
Like a rhyme without a reason
Oh, life too easily falls
the American dream
And they're workin in big factories
Now If I come on by, when you're out in the sun
Can I wave at you just like a friend
These days when
of the essence entire
Leave em inspired
The ones that know know I throw pieces
Marinated Seabass, red snapper
Many more reasons for the campfire stories ever since
at the neck.
Colours came back in green and yellow and in red.
Unemployed cowboys
Staggered on Fairfax.
Trucks pulled up and fifteen men hollered
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
that
[Chorus]
I know you and you know me [Repeats]
It's the sobb story, the sobb story
Repeat chorus
Verse 2: Charlie Brown
Red like green
real than any words I can muster
Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (what)
Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch us
Silk shirts
a second, why not go?â?? You know, like in cartoons where they hang going to the North Pole on their door knobs and they just take off.
So I spent a couple
real than any words I can muster
Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (what)
Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch us
Silk shirts
make it look so normal
Moving with the whims of your heart
Living on the outskirts felt like the only way
We could never be apart
I'll never feel myself
B. when I cut, twenty three's on a truck
Like a dust joint, you'll have your whole hood stuck
This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs, go-carts
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by
SEXY BOY
Saw him last night in the parking lot
cnd I said to myself he is fine
He load his truck with 2X 4s
While his dog was by his side
Big brown
her once, I don't eat the butt
YG always cuss, YG do too much
Oh my God he always wearin' red, he a super Blood
You niggas super sus, act like y'all
saggin like a thug, buy a hoe the Louis belt
The whole clique, throwin ten, I can do that by myself
My sound ground, they be alien and don't know it like
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