Lyrics:
bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
Pour a four, I'm
old
Only 364 days to go
Max got his bike
I swear, that kid
He's got it parked right by his bed
Jenny sure loves her puppy too
I'm not sure just
new don't do old ones
We got to keep in motion
I hope you're getting the notion
Sashimi fish by the ocean
I'm sipping on that potion
And I'm smoking
it switch, then I need me a switch
Old shit not this
So watch who you test and watch who you diss
I keep 2 phones, but not for the trap
It’s only for
to naughty by nature so why
Can words twist given no sight to the blind
Two stands for victorious might behave
I'm never obsolete but at times up early
get is jealousy?
Aye, happy birthday, you look surprised
I'm a gift, bitch, right before your eyes
I do this all time, bitch, why you look
the party Wilin' Aoki
It's high as the smoking- get it by wedding speech, nice and toasty
Cross a dragon x Jeff Ross on a "Roast Me," watch closely
Ruger 2's
deserve.
V54 Woman 4
Can you believe, THIS is what he said?!
V55 Woman 2
His goal, to instill fear!
Woman 3
Finkelstein
You should have pulled him by
could teach you shit like Bill Nye
'Cause if you lose, can't retry
I smoked too much, I'm too high
Yes, it smells like reefer when I drive by
Yes, it
is steady gettin' too comfy
Hatin' the realest for nothin'
These bubbly rappers on Molly
Forgettin' this could get ugly
This ain't even about the money
to a steady income, that's nonsense
That's why I stay getting busted for bullshit charges
More than one time, one time, came around
This fuck went down
När ja
my soul gets crushed
I ain't made for praise, I'm crumbling
Lord show me something humbling
I pray you would keep me from fumbling by showing that my
myself, this shit been cavin' in
Scrollin' through my call log, by emojis, how I'm savin' 'em
Them heart eyes, that peach one, my old ones but I favorite
the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't gotta say it
You don't cross me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too
Look,
and take an ad out in the daily Politika
They says for a good time call this Ecuador slash Venezuelan chica
Next day at the airport meeted by a greeter who
On tracks, I beast like Pecko
Just know that I'm ready to ride if you
Ready to slide and Dip low like techno
This joint for the fans in the stand
With their
best for me
Working the time til the end of me
Ain't supposed to be broke
Should have money by now
So I'm counting the days til my life turns around
I'm everlasting, I melt vanilla ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's
And I'm trying to forget it but if maybe I go the way you go too
We were cold and we were throwing stones
I get tired, but this is getting old
Tell me
with my conscience that's
Been eating me alive since
Tell me I'm too young to die
But you and I know that I will for real
Probably thought it was only
the traditions getting old so I just
Keep close to the word that's for sure
If I'm running out of ammo I just got to reload, reload
We know just how lit the street
that mini Glizzy
You ever cross me, I'ma lay you in a coffin with it
I been thuggin' all my life, this a cold sport
Big ol' Muslim up in rank, and I'm
my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that
No longer lettin' it ride, too much Jekyll and Hyde
Then you subtweet for weeks, busy settin' your pride
I'm grown, don't really need that sort
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