Lyrics:
suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
you
'Cause when I give my love
I want love in return (oh yeah)
Now I know this is a lesson
Mr. Big Stuff you haven't learned
Mr. Big Stuff, tell
and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches cuz my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got the eraser
I don't
Lil Migo, ain't no way
But I might go out like 23, or like Nuski and Trey Day
My nigga ain't wanna get in the car with me, I was ridin' 'round with
was playing shorty want a thug
I'm sitting in the corner, like the plug
Him and her, caked up
He about to be taped up, cause my shorty two faced up
I
the world, sitting on my lap
In the trap, i’ma break the rap
Lil sidley on the track
Touchdown in every city on the map
I’m the man, i’m the one
I got cars, i
sitting in the back seat of their car and I announced to my parents that I wanted to be a Christmas song writer! And I swear he must have stepped
the world I be getting love
Look at how I do it, I ain't got to try
So fly, man it's in my blood
And I'm sitting straight
I'm living good
Want to hate
at night
I keep a blue tip, I don't do the stick and move
Legs in the air, one lick, watch the bitch ooze
Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil' Dude
lm being patience
Told my self good luck cause Im done of with waiting
Been moving fast day to day like a speed racer
I Know its in my head Lil nigga
(wow)
Tip no less than a hundred when I eat (eat)
Bitch on Snap show the R in my seats (yeah)
Big check, don't show no sweat
One hit wonder, I ain't
Everbody on the streets
This a little thesis coming from me
When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar
Or smoking a little red life in my car
I
Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I
Realest is my middle name my heart pump nitrogen
And I breathe fire betta stand by a hydragen
Duffle bag big enough to fit the rifle in
I'll cut yo ass
I said that I would miss you girl, just a lil bit
I made her bitch mad, had to use my Swiss
Her ass a peach though
Slap it like I'm Mr. Smith
baby
Lil' baby, oh-ohh, lil' baby
Get out my car lonely
Take care the bar cover
Shawty got an ass so fat she got a scarf over it
I got them rocks
I got a mortgage and my kids in a forest by the bridge
And I drives a Rolls Royce in a porridge with dem grills
So you understand I was tryna pay me
switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now
be civil by how you approach
I'm sitting beside the goat, I don't wanna talk no more
I had a dream
I went and bought a car, I went and bought a car
I
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