Lyrics:
Talkin' bacon, eggs, with that AK
Then down they drank with a Dracay
Then combo up with like eight 8"s
Wait that's the 16" we Makin
But double up raise
See them walkin' in the direction, that King Agrippa went
Our world is different like Whitley and Wayne man
They say we look the same but we ain't
out
I be in the field I ain't ever need a mascot
Feeling like dope boy cash out
I was 16 breaking bricks in the trap house
I don't need to front but
down a dirt road
But I ain't goin' alive
I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target, oh shit!
We got the illest combination of
This
Yea that shine different
See Imma pop out with the gang but this aint lil Tjay
we making moves we gotta eat
Gotta get it by any means
Its my time
you left that book on the shelf (G-code)
I feel like the last real nigga left, for real
I'ma keep goin' (whoa) and goin'
I'ma keep goin' and goin
stoppin' like a red light (ayy, yeah)
Wake me up, this a sick dream (what?)
Got the Alpine with the flat screen (that's right)
These niggas ain't aware,
Shorty where you goin'
I know that them dudes ain't treatin' you right
Shorty where you goin'
I can show you the finer things in life
Shorty where
international, we gotta"
I'm like, "Man look bruh, I ain't fuckin' with it bruh, now dead on that" you know what I'm sayin'?
I called you back that same night
one time and forget her
Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it's fitness
We ain't goin' steady, try not to catch feelings
She tryna start rappin',
a rollie full of that piss
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap and ruined your welcome mat
So spit that shit from the heart, you didn't write like you wrote it (yeah)
While I
live with it
Or you just can't love it
One thing that you can't say
Is shawty we ain't bustin
I was the King of the South before my single was out
I gave
pop
[Chorus: x16]
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til
ohh
I ain't talking about Nick cannon but boi i got the drummers to
Hop out of that big body like pussy what u trying to do
I aint 16 no more OG, now
Slidin' with that mop stick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't movin'
see how they react when I come through the door
In the club my niggaz, we fittin to ball out
Drink till we fall out
Some shit jump off, nigga we goin
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Yeah
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Yeah
This shit sounds like when the gates of hell open, nigga
It's that "Mad Max Beyond
ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
From the beginnin' to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold
I can never lose
Chess or checkers make a move
Drippin' in them jewels like I
Just got out the pool
Skinny nigga sittin' on that
Money like the jews
We telepathically in tune
I think that I feel the way you flowin'
Flowin'
Flowin'
I feel the way you flowin'
Flowin'
Flowin'
I like the way you goin
goin make it
Plazasam on the beat make these niggas hate it
Once I Get her in the sheets Im a rearrange it
I been Runnin Laps around em like we in
me now)
It be goin' up, down
Baby up, down
You got me up
Now it's goin' down
She likes to roll out with her hair done
If you talkin' bout 'er, best
BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want to parlay wit you
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