Lyrics:
Eh, Eh
Watch me as I takeoff
I'mma kill the game with a mother fucking chainsaw uh
Watch that ass go
I call that shit a cakewalk
Being fucking broke
Boy I rarely be with niggas come and catch me by myself
Mixed 2 liters in this drop just to drink it by myself
Got my pockets Jumped last night these
made up of flesh, now she's only a story
Just dust in the ground
Sister of stone
And with the branch of a tree, we etched her name
On the tombstone that
(YAYYYY!!!)
Greetings Earthly beings!
You have reached
The most entertaining
Radio station in the galaxy!
I go by the name of $eventeen
And you just tuned in
lights
Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
Whether broke callisthetic, any style you set it
sticks (Bitch)
Niggas make that lil' diss but ain't sparking shit (Gang, gang)
Boy you pussy, yeah we know you stay in Hoover, bitch (Brrra, brrra)
get to tripping for no reason
Boy I think it's bout that season
Money making, paper chasing
Cant be broke when I get older
Gotta get it as a baby
I'm da
and the worst on God
That’s yo home boy and he plotting yo demise
Slither snakes better hide camouflage on God
That’s the last knife in my back on God
Putting out
since the Astrodome
Where boys still sipping 4s and they riding chrome
You know the rims still poking like a pick comb
This that summer time music let
the streets, bitch, I earned these stripes
Ain't bout no bag broke, bitch, and you is not my type
Take one of mine, bitch, I'm on that, yeah, I need yo' life
parents ever being there
Only person that I was blaming was that boy up in the mirr
I was sleeping by my grandma tryna keep warm, what happen going to get
that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up,
that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up,
can tell I'm up jus' by the way that I walk
Bitch want my money so I punched her in the face
F&N on me so don't get in the way
Bro calls her wife but
found by a lil' fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzenegger, toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a roid
Slow punch make a nigga chin collide
For talking how
Two summers down and we came up
Pedal to the ground like it ain't nothin'
Watch on her wrist and I made love
And I prayed for the crown that I stay
from the getto
Young black boy from the slams
Young black boy trynna make a way into the light
They told me I can't now look at us
Fuck that I've been
anonymous
Don’t ask me no names (where’s my lawyer?)
Cause it was all for the capital gain (Ok)
How we broke bricks a world
And castles of cane (that crack)
ground
Bottom line is that you can't do anythin'
Just let me take the swin'
When the star is my travesty
I know you said that's my fantasy, but it's not
to feel down
Young man, young man, pick yourself off the ground
Y.M.C.A, you'll find it at the Y.M.C.A
No man, young man, does it all by himself
A couple of my niggas really to that bag
Lost some niggas I ain't seen before they past
Still be living with regrets about my past
Cause I wasn't living
to love must’ve fallen on my head
Got a Chris brown feeling she gon take it to the head
Going to to top bitch I got it on the plot
Wanted you to be right by
I had so much hope
But then I ended up becoming broke
I was in a choke hold
And I felt like I couldn't settle
Now the enemy
Can't get on my level
I
idea for music
No, i too not a Gangster
I don't wear a mask
I don't write a tales,
But i know in that you're master
Whoa boy you feelin' sad
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