Lyrics:
(SAYONARA SAYONARA)
If you try to play me ill prolly flex on you,
Have another by tomorrow
Fuck a couple baddies run up a check on you,
(UH OH, UH OH)
You
Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
You made yo' bed nigga lay in it
Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it
It's not a game
Watch how quick I make deez millions
Watch how quick I make deez millions
Watch how quick I make deez billions
Bitch I Got you in yo feelings
damn
to, I don't give a fuck
I'm still G-dubb and I'm subbin in my truck so good luck
and have a nice trip
we got y'all town locked down like a vice grip
I'm
on the field, just keep the game real
Simple, see the God flows healthy
Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank
Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation
again, but a nigga want to go there
The game treatment so fair
Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin'
up that paper like you know
Gotta
Cause I'm blessed up
I'm boutta make a toast
What I sow turned to dough
Still my demons do the most
Cause I'm blessed up
Back in the field niggas looking
Texas niggas still lit
Ask free about
When we had
Jacked
Them niggas in the shed
I seen him pick
A white boy
Up and dump him
On his fuccin head
THC
I dont really talk much,
Rapper karde ne gallan but they not tough, Saale druggie all these rappers always hopped up,
I move different mera
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
trap game so serious (trap, trap)
Countin' all the money
Lookin' down at me, nigga ridin' in a 'Mera
My trap game so serious
My trap game so
up n its stuck, n i meet u right there wit it
I aint Never been no slouch, n im still outside, niggas hide in they parents crib
My Bitch is a baddie,
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
no ne'er brought up in rap
And I don't usually trip or dare get caught up in that
But when they say one of the best, I'm nowhere thought of as that
Up outta there
(Ain't nothing but a Highlands party)
Yeah
You done fucked up now
You done let two of Highlands most wanted in the same place
F**k up
Got this grey goose in my cup
When I remember I just pow up (yeah)
I've been f****d up
Yeah F**k up
Got this grey goose in
cock)
cause that ghetto law is what we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em
we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up
live to see the day
Rest in peace to my homie
He got hit up with that ('K'k'k)
Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm
I'm screaming out peace
But his chopper
doomed
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall when they run up,
I got
tearing strongholds till that hour 11
When the Lord come and he crack the sky man I'll be alive chilling up in heaven (Going)
I be on my shoe game, pick me
playing to win, and survive is the game
I'm strugglin'
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids (yeah, uh)
Still don't nothin' move but the money (I'm
home with me
Trees By Game they getting blown with me
FaceTime with Karrueche, they on the phone with me
Tell K good night, I'm hype, I might ignite
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