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it’s no one cold as me
It's niggas out here shorty you’ll see
You're not my big homie shut up scolding me
Yea yea shorty
Call me cab
Call me a uber
Call

the matrix, eyes closed, naked
Patron got you wasted, eyes red, hays lit
You locked cause girls tell now you spend days in
The jail cells pacing three by three

symbolic, I'm steady fallin' and fallin
I feel like, master of the arts and shit
Tell me she got ass, she keep archin' it

Bad boy on that timing, breakin'

Think and grow rich like Napoleon Hill
In the process, I'm showing em skills
I'm just flowing foreal
Hot boys gotta know when to chill
Negas only

with the bag boy im wit the power 

You sound like a coward im making money every hour 

Put the bet on me throw it on the counter

Eating lobster

picture
My only aim is to get richer
Get lames a lil more bitter
You fucking wit a hot spitter
Shine bright get this bitch lit up
Hold tight took flight now

legs in a L-V
They kno the boy to obnoxious
I'll turn this s**t to a mosh-pit
Jacket is made out of ostrich
Checks to fast they cannot stop em
I might

a bitch gimmie head then you know she a ten
Ima fuck on that bitch wit the glock in my hand
Cause i can not lack if they tryna run in
(cause i can not lack

Gun Clap Music

Onyx

Triggernometry

2003

and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe

step
(Come on)
Tell 'em all what evil is
History was wrote by the victims
(Come on)
If you wanna know follow money
Lizard boy died cause he thought

yea drip like a faucet
Ima boss fuck a need with a office
Tell em 2 Mill a settle the offer
No discussion I won't take a order
Got 2 sons & a daughter

yellin out Geronimo
I console my soul only
Hold my zones lonely
Don't really got a big homie
Just know niccas like me tryna get Money
Used to run wit em

Verse 2
I mollywhop put the boy in shock I shuke and jook u better read a book.
see my crown now you better bow down you see me rollin never trolling you

Come on

Verse 2
Doors open
Ladies first
I need you on the dance floor 
Put away your purse 
If you ain't worried bout a nigga
Tell em save his thirst

Listen up, I got a story to tell

John the Baptist wore wild minks
Strewn out the room with a swoon and a wink
Big body Bethlehem links
Talk

World freestyle, tell 'em niggas don't play with me, Za
That's sixty bars, that sixty thousand (yeah, King Rollins)
Another twenty for the pendant

The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you

define,
The old us, I know ya ex gave you no love,
Know you wanna leave em' tell me what's the hol' up,
Know you got a lot on ya hands,
You don't really

find no dirt up on me
That's why they see em reach
I had to be selfish for a minute, yea this shit for me
I give you the playa price my nigga but it

a reason
Wiped his nose like he was sneezing
These bullets left him wheezing
Let me tell you bout my best friend
This is not a Glock
It's a Smith & Wesson
My

Big Bank

Cognito

Tru Cognizance

go, giocanna eyes low
Two-way E, tell 'em to meet us at Roscoes
Ball til I Fall, that's my motto
In LA, NY even in Flo
Sittin on 'tractin rims
wit

Weekend bbqs
Whole gang shyt
Chillin with 
My niggas and they kids
Maybe by then 
Have a wife n kids
But on the real
It's more banks to fill
Watched

by then 
Have a wife n kids
But on the real
It's more banks to fill
Watched the Grammys 
Said it's a Grammy 
I gotta get
c collab wit Kendrick
I gotta

at me den
No trick daddy
Let her slip n slide on in
Big D.A.W.G.
That's just by appearance
Bump that
Tell ha what she wanna hear
Dip low grab toes
Drunk