Lyrics:
kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
nigga, I'm the shit...
[RZA] (Girl)
What the fuck y'all birds talking about?
Get the fuck out
was jackin' me for scratch
Cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20 back
I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I done lost 16
And these goddamn
diss you
Always the dilemma that I'm faced with
A lot of women out here I ain't into chasin
I want the lam the rarri and the ford
Tryna retire my
trips all around the world trying to get that doe and you noticed
It all started out when I came home from Texas
I was 16 started living out my dreams
in that jam, Swear to God I ain't fold
I ain't running my mouth can't do me like Gunna
If he say that's it's up, Swear to God he going under
Hit
think I would say
Mind's like a pile of clay
When's the last time that you saw a villain with a cape?
Ripped a gapin' hole in it, flipped out
Ripped
Still sold a quantity
I'm out the trunk like Master P
Hand to hand I'm in the streets,
They get to tell me What they see
And That's just what I need
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko you made that motherfuckin' beat?)
(Ah nah, you ain't made that motherfucker)
Bitch I'm back from the dead like I'm Freddy (heh)
know none of them songs gon' flop
You know all of them songs gon' pop
I went platinum again, my God
I went two-tone on my drop
Bugatti that's 1.6 off
With the thoughts that bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
'Cause I grab the clip, and
Hit you with 16 shots
With the thoughts that bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
'Cause I grab the clip, and
Hit you with 16 shots
just walk out the house like I'm the shit yuh
Need a song with wick, and I need a song with yeat
Need at least a hundred plates, when I'm going out
him[01:16.23]I do a lot of things that I ain't proud of[01:18.66]Like poppin pills and smokin weed all day this shit is louder[01:22.14]Than anything you rollin
no drought, making a bag, nigga, selling that sherm
I told the gang don't stop cus I ain't gonna stop, I'ma keep on going
I told the gang don't stop
to do night shifts moving like an owl
Bang a man out fuck a row that's all loud
Young but I'm so solid fuda bab bow
Use to have Philippine ting living in
like that, get out my section[01:27.66]If she ain't like that, get out my house[01:29.53]I know you ain't coming back[01:31.93]Shit, but I'm still loving
niggas just thinking ain't shit sweet
Not paying your dues
Mention my city and I dare you get me
On dough Imma flip out
Watch 'em go scrammin like the 12
yeah, just know that I'm focused
Givin' em air quotes 'cause these words finna transcend
Just like my hair comb, you gon' be facin' these dead ends
I
happen yet[01:15.05]So it's just you and I[01:16.18]Yeah, Like you the one that I want[01:18.00]Babygirl you the one that I need[01:19.68]Like it's not
a perc and now I'm going up, levitated
Popped all of these bars, got feds on me like I'm indicted
He passing me the gas, I ain’t talking driving
I was 16
Joyners is the ones that had they cameras out
The world is full of evil and its wrong its apparent now
On cement in handcuffs now , too much for her
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
one packs an M-16
I wanna wake up from this dream
(I wanna wake up from this dream) Check it out
[Verse One]
I caught the bullet, I was stumblin like
And critics sayin' I'm out of control (out of control)
'Cause I'm abusing these drugs when I beat it
But my shoes tied
So I ain't trippin, I ain't trippin,
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