Lyrics:
the deals d-o-p-e selling for my nigga fa'real
Dat ain't nuttin dat I had to do
Thrill ride I'm coming too
OG had to scold me sticking to the script cuz da
come first
You trust me with all your insecurities
The real meaning of comfort
So I hope you never change, hope you never change
Switch up or become shy
I put the nut up in her inches, had to lace the tracks
And then I'm leavin' to the next, call me Dron the mack
I could never love one I'm a player
Ain't showing no bitches no pity for none
I came from the place where it's gritty or some
Niggas be gay P Diddy or some
Gotta go it's a couple bad hoes
with no release
While we dying just to keep the Peace up So to speak
Break the wood roll the leaf
Grip the grain show ya teeth
It's time to ride this who
sound stay wet for the ice
Coastguard on my dick when I flyby
Cause I'm swimming in the deep end, fuck a drive-by
Big gang shit, niggas lace up everything
swallow
Heart hollow, shootin' hollow
But wrap up i won't be followed
Won't catch me on mid-day talk shows
Party games while eating tacos
You fucking
the pain itʼll fade-away they was speaking on the old me you speaking on me like you know/owee mee
Got-em bench pressed how I come up with the flows and,
an increase em by a mile
Tear opponents a piece, boy he so guile
Like stinky blue feet, you know I'm wild
Gon lace ya cleets and double knot em
So when you face
dawg but I ain't got no rabies
Nigga take some from me I might lace em
Beat his ass down then I make my bitch mace em
And no I'm not Jayson (just saying)
the hoodie to the laces
Clown mask on faces goodness gracious
One heads to the safe one walks us to the basement
Up against the wall gun's to our faces
Now we
Livin' lawless on the open water
One of my bad bitches nappin' in the sleepin' quarters
As I open up a sketchpad draftin' ideas for a new collection
can happen to you
Heltah Skeltah start stormin'
Ya up for dreamin' it's mornin', I'm warnin'
People who jeal my name ring bells like a doorman
erase your login face your goblins
(Ah) , that's eye-to-eye with your demons
I'm side by side with these
Heathens to my surprise, i'm the reason
I'm
pieces
Got put into my benz tryna wrap man up like shiro
Push it home my shank don't bend
Racks racks multiply by ten
Oh now i can't hear no pagans but
Nigga, it's the K to the A to the H
you ain't got no money for me
then get the fuck up outta my face
I got no time to waste
for no domestic charge
(X10)
CGM
(Beam me up Scotty)
Double Tap (ya-yow)
(Supreme)
Savage, ZK
Back to back, we back our straps
Man get whacked
Ayy, look, yo,
homicides
Killers walk free, juiced off Hennessy P
So Benet Ramsey {?} me on LSD
You dicks are stupid, consider humans chopped up on Euclid
You can't prove
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