Lyrics:
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
I live off that
And I lived off cocaine way 'fore I lived off rap
Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (yeah)
'Cause I weigh too
the goal
They treated me like I was hoe
ATF at my door
Is Mr. Offset at home?
Momma told the nigga no
We really live by the code
Heavy choppers
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
a bad gyal, then I do not want her (bo)
I like to try new things, but not with one woman (no)
Got to be three or four of 'em
Yeah, we drippin'
It's Mr. Ran it up off 4 samsungs
Mr. Keep 2 blicks when you fools ain't have 1
Mr. Still beat yo ass if fools you act tough
Mr. Get the load off
give a fuck (fuck)
You tryna slide it's nothin'
I see homicide, it's nothin', they said he outside, he stuntin'
It's 4:30 something, he on live, but
that nigga solid4 slash al Capone M.O.B gangster
Lil foe man that boy straight Savage
Running up that check so fast lil shawty can't manage
Lil foe man
You say it's getting old but i call it vintage love now
Don't regret it now
At a human's price
Trying to live that life/can't slow down
Don't
Joe
He talk that shit to make
Them hoes and niggas violent
Every one of my gorillas play with
Ks and they 'bout it, lil' soldier
Send a hundred bands
live by the code
Sip by the 4, smoke big like a stove
Nigga Acres Homes, mattresses by the road
Candy whip riding chrome, nasty bitch, fire dome
Fattest
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock
Yo, I'm 'bout to hit you with this ya'meen
On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo
How should I get it
'm drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma urrp
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off (nah, keep it goin'
(J-ro can you make
Huh? oh yeah
Huh? oh yeah
Pour me up a four in a Fanta
Then I flip that Fanta upside down
Pour me up a four in a Fanta
Then I flip that motherfucker
life is pumpin' fast
Lives is I'm watch [Incomprehensible]
And realize that we all survivors
No religion or race, whatever describe us
My guys do dirt,
'm goin' up)
I mixed the Percocets with a lil' Henn' and now I'm throwin' up (ugh)
Slidin' by my lonely with this jersey in my clip (I got this thirty in
and raised by Nas
Raised by the sharks but I'm swimming with the prawns
I found my own lane meet Mr Folarin
jog right back to the car
They spun around again and blast they shits
I dropped a Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5
You'se a live nigga, you almost
to give my love away.
I'm just tryin' a live honestly, think You and I can never be
So I'm a have to love and leave
Don't you take it personal, baby.
Mr
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
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