Lyrics:
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
Family ain't got a clue, nigga
Been in drive bys with fly guys
Welcome to the Lou, nigga
New York on that mob shit
In Cali "what it do?", nigga
But where
tricks
But I'm putting out hits on those government dicks
They be the targets roll em up in carpets
Dump them in marshes and be done
With their fallacies
the planet rockin' with me
Whole planet rockin' like this
[Chorus]
I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
By the bulge in my pants so let's do
my niggas gonna test ya
Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson
Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggas flexin'
my niggas gonna test ya
Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson
Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggas flexin'
right
In your heart, stay light
Play your part, stay tight
Bosses park where they like
Don't you let them trick you out your spot and put that guy
in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental
just want the meat
Saw it comin', won't catch me slippin'
Look at the fit bitch you know that I'm drippin'
What's in the cup gotta know what you sippin'
And he's number twenty six
I say ball up in this bitch
Call me Saquon Barkley
Saquon Barkley
I've been doing tricks
Call me Saquon Barkley
I grew up
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime
My room like
Grab you
Hit a lick and get away
See myself on the stage
Popping new move every day
I press my brain
Just to access a better version of myself
Trick
already, but it don't even matter
Bring the bassline back in, now bust this out
I'm just talkin' about, this is gon' be the new thing to take over
by the news team, don't you go accuse me
I Know What You Did Last Summer no you didn't
Cuz you we're not invited that's how I know you Lying
Becky with
bricks gettin rich off tricks
[Killa Tay]
I put it down for my homies, Fresno to Toronto
Imagine if I'm livin in dead, head hauncho
All up on your
about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
But see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
by see I'ma be like buying her
shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
but see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses
Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is
Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some
you heard me
Jersey grabbing the mic returning like it's my birthday
I kill mics like I'm Cain on the beat
Slay these bums in the game thinking they
Sammy
Vegas
Strip
I came in with Gang & Nem, nigga
See the trap dance
Up & down the pole
Came in with Gang
Flocked by the hoes
Ain't no trick in me
Let's get it going
Yeah, yeah
I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you motherfuckers
I'm back, yeah
I just want every one of you motherfuckers that
to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson
Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz flexin
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do
Went out of fumes
TV
Playin my tunes
My mind playin
Tricks on me
Talkin to someone
But nobody else
Is in the room
Damn
Feel like
I'm in
Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke,
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