Lyrics:
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
fat nuts
Sluts get dug like a grave when I'm high
Shootin out the barrel of a 7 inch by 5
With a nut all in your dome, slit fulla that home grown, shit
Benjamins (Yea)
Hunneds in her ass
You know Ben Frank gon eat the booty (Goin)
Blowing smoke out while she toot it (Blowin)
Hands dealt, I'm well suited (Uh)
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
know im bound to drown
Come get high up off this gas smoke it by the pound
That lil Bitch wanna fuck with me cause i'm icy now
Know this dick be in her
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
wouldn’t buy it
This shit too late by the time y’all catch up I’m on the interstate
For goodness sake I shouldn’t let you pussy niggas eat off my plate
shit)
You got on Dior with a Nike Tech, that be that corny shit (that corny shit)
Made so many songs, I could make "Lil Uzi Greatest Hits" (no bap)
Hennessy and some Alizé)
You can run the streets with your thugs (we finna eat that food, smoke a lil' blunt)
I'll be waitin' for you (lay up in the bed)
caught like I was a pitcher
I'll be gone for min
But I'll be comin back soon
Mr summer jimmy June
Mr add it by the 2s
You look so confused
I quit playin
hundreds collide
Falling right from the sky
Kenny Lofton and I be so high
Riverfront in 305
I'll be down, park by the side with B. Brown
With knee problems I
a lil cash she want more
Get a lil cash she want more
Im in the south
By Mississipp
Pour this tris
I gotta sip
Aint get enough
Just bought a zip
Soda gone
fools?
[01:45.91]Hey Mr. Know It All, for you is my blues
[01:49.83]Bang Bang, you scored again
[01:53.54]You're gonna fool me when I am dead[02:33.35]Hey
She like Kapone, like what you really wanna do
I said lil bitch who you
She said she love me, "I'm like who"
I said I'mma clone, like Mr. stay her
sundown and on the twelve I guess
But now it's time cut the shit where's my mind at my best
I gotta test a nigga to see what he got can a fool
Make me
on the gang you must be a fool
That nigga want smoke so I reach for the JUUL
I get shorty wet and dive in it like pool
Duel disk on the wrist always ready
and Big Boy one crazy son of a bitch
Y.G.'s, Lil' Daze, Rat Raw, and Ty B. and the rest
The Lou is man or posse, someone pulled off his vest
And carve
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's
(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's
(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
a stripper pole come get a lap dance nigga
All deez niggas say they fly well I'm Batman nigga
I'm riding with dat 9 ain't for nan lil nigga
Take your bitch
a pack so i smoke my woods by the twos
Shawty dont dare looking my way if that pussy loose
Only fuck with brand new dont want it if its been used
Ima
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