Lyrics:
I got big pistols and weed by the pig, I got hitters, one call, I can get you gone (bow)
Trap going crazy, if it ain't no money involved nigga don't
on your fist you get blind by the lights
You can buy what you want don't care for the price
We can stack all the bread we can stay outta sight
Give me your
Sipping tea in their white hood
They think they gotta get it 'cause their life's good
I paid the price thrice to get my goods
They impulse buy my
class..?
My patience has been worn out by your self esteem
How can you say Lord Byron used to play in your dream team?
Ask a silly question - Get a silly
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
it like the movies
Scarface, you know that my stacks big
Ordering my men around and smokin fuckin pac bitch
Chiefin on a star cart, I'm in outer space
your toes in the wrong water get a wet shirt
Several on the up and up but you all know it is Jett first
It's not a fault that they're a cult
That'll
can't do horse and cart cause them animals would fart
Best we ban the heffalump
Tell me you remember the ice age
Huh
We are having so much fun frying in
gotta realize, the boys on the east side
You call em S-A's, I call em allies
Because the day that we all unite
Watch the pigs get real polite
Punk
Inhale and then exhale
Lose my breath just like a rockstar
Smoking ganja like a Rasta
Blowing smoke out a motherfucking cop cart
I got so much oxy in
rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack
off a nerve
Y'all be surprised by the way I observe
Y'all don't believe that I hop in some German engineering
Put it in sport and then swerve
Y'all
kids a mortgage and a broke down truck
But we'd get by with a little luck
In the morning before we'd say goodbye
I'd watch the sun rising in her eyes
penicillin
No Alabama, I ain't got no children
Shooting up racist pigs like Woodrow Wilson
Got your eyes in the vision, grip those thighs push the friction
Eat
gang (where?)
East side, they know me by name
Fuck with me, get laid to rest
While I get your bitch and your mama laid (Ah, fuck)
But for real, I don't
by the hair on my chinny chin chin
I'm gonna find a way to get in
I'm gonna keep hangin' around
Till I huff and puff and blow your little house down
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
Well, you can tell everybody
Down in ol' Frisco
Tell 'em Tiny Montgomery says hello.
Now, every boy and girl's
Gonna get their bang
'Cause
Well, you can tell everybody
Down in ol' Frisco
Tell 'em Tiny Montgomery says hello
Now, every boy and girl's
Gonna get their bang
'Cause Tiny
off a nerve
Y'all be surprised by the way I observe
Y'all don't believe that I hop in some German engineering
Put it in sport and then swerve
Y'all
the friendly ghost, with an emphasis on friend.
You would think I get roasted by the way I get ghosted and
you're right so I cry in the end.
So when you hear me
flares, sirens glare
I'm in an iron chair with people who care
Don't get the lion share
When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair
I'm on a higher tier
I need you gone by dawn
You can take the golf cart and stay off my lawn
80 Archers wide, on my yard you gon get lost
Imma hit her where it hurts in
her dm but she mine by default
Yo' plan failed and it ain’t nobody fault
Bored in the house and im bored as some chalk
Hate pigs but im crashing on some
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