Lyrics:
that's on three
Six two one ninety golden glove
Beat a bitch to sleep
Pulled a bullet out the homie
Dish rag in his teeth
Bloody hands at the sink
Dropped
year I was busy countin' a mill
I moved out da hood and now my house is on a hill
And I ain't takin' shots, bitch, my jewelery all real
First class
I've been next to the water, I was runnin' by the lake
(I was runnin' by the lake)
2501 how I shine, look at me, see OK
(Look at me you see OK)
Give
when they don't get that attention, hold on
My dad got that clean lil bitch in the driveway
Said when I get my license, it's coming my way
Mama gonna
Yeah this faggit's a visitor, I can't wait to get rid of ya
My home ain't your home bitch, I don't know ya signature
And you can't be empowered by every
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
lovey dovey
No more get cozy
Damn shit blows me
But I guess that’s what time do
It heals you by exposing
Bout to buy a yacht
Let’s cruise the 7 seas
Bout
by now this shit ain't coincidental
Friendship I'm falling back
They been fucking up my mental
4 years in with my bitch we still having high school
years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald, but your legs are hairy
I don't want to party wit' you, hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion
Bad lil bitch on my dick
Walk in 7-inch stick
Walked in lookin' like a lick
Hot boy nickname Bic
These hoes wanna take pics
Niggas mad I’m with they
strong enough to sink ships
Two tone grip, Brother Mouzone shit
Better move on bitch, or else it's on, trick
I'm en fuego, I ain't even in my zone yet
bread ya fake
You know steezo putting money on shit all year
Got the cake so i played it safe
Anyways gang told me to just focus on rap cause they know
on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me
am never weaponless
Wok got my pop black look like I'm drinking melanin
Naw nigga ima come and get it aint no mailing it
Aye
Eight years I been living
suppose to say when it looks so much like him?
He has us fooled every time before the eyes sockets sink in
And the fingernails blacken from giving Into
basketball at the eighth grade gym
Add robbed him from the nuke and his team takes the win
Eighth grade year went by in a blink
Seven thirty in the morning
Been plotting this shit since fucking 20 fucking 18
Ugh, shit mane plot this shit when I was 18
Plot this shit when I seven years old nigga try me
Y'all
seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young
South Beach
Khaled on the jet skiis, preaching what you believe in
Everything fast 'cept the food, watch what we eating
If it add a couple years to our
jail, niggaz holdin' a sink screamin'
Police, but you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and a lot mo' grease
All I gets is that, 'cause niggaz
a tourist
Look like the island was
Organized by a florist
It's gorgeous, I ain't even from here
Came for the weekend might stay
Here for 1 year
The feeling
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!
Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?
A king pimp's been here for years representin'
fine
Bitch I know that
Getdamemo I’m doing just fine
Went Put my life on the line
Got that work
And it’s no nine to five
Ninety seven the year
A young
dick like a dutch
TYB Season I'm home and it's here
I take ya bitch anytime of the year
Bout' to take off and I'm switching my gear
Only sixteen
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