Lyrics:
give a damn
Bullets soaked in oil, so the Tec can't jam
Sippin' on Caribbean rum, coconut juice
Smokin' on that chocolate stick, open up two bottles
a damn
Bullets soaked in oil, so the Tec can't jam
Sippin' on Caribbean rum, coconut juice
Smokin' on that chocolate stick, open up two bottles
Of that
he introduced us, then after that
We plotted on some ways to make us trend, yeah
Ya'll ain't even seen the nigga Hop coming
That's how I roll,
hound dog fleas
Cock-a-doodle doo-doo and some hog head cheese
Leap out the room grab the old broom
Eat a watermelon and walk on the moon
Cherry coke
Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'm a state representative, been chose by election
Some said I wouldn't make it, but I'm still in the game
always
You won't kill yourself? Fuck it: tie the noose, homie, I'll kick the bucket
I was bluffin! Ain't that something, you got some scissors? I'll cut
I'm just saying all u niggas getting juiced up
Not my cup of tea but if we sippin some shit imma need u boys to really pour the truth up
U ain't
just the bros, Ion need the scene
Sippin' DJ Screw, life's a purple dream
Bother me and tell me awful thing's, all her calls, I'm lettin' ring
At the end
tryna take a soul
I lost it back to the basics, but I can't take a basic ho
Don't wait till the smoke clear, to say you want some smoke
We gon' grind
livin right, blinded by diamonds and blinded by spotlights
Livin life in this limelight, I had it wrong I'm determined to get it right
Niggas sippin this
I took a break
Had to get my mind straight
Curving the hate
And negative mind states
My stock is rising like the Crime rate
Sippin by myself
I Did it
Word
Bet
This beat is like funky
Youknowmsayin?
Who put this beat together, man?
Yo, that's the DJ Unknown
What, Unknown?
Niggas didn't think he was
(ThisABeats, boy)
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
Diamonds hittin' from a distance
They got Range Rover
I got money I could buy a bitch
A car like
autour du feu ninja
The only way to beat them is to feed them with their own medicine
So yo go get some knowledge cuz it's time for us to begin
They
then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE
sesame
Back away from me cuz I'm takin it aggressively
Take it to the hole in this game, hear the penalty
Feel the momentum try and change by the referee
fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
East 14th
Roddy
Blowin O for be , I pack the seed I-3
28 is a fact in V-I-P
You can see how it be when we by (let's go)
Bottles of Dom, keep a model a arm (c'mon)
Sippin' tropicana when I come through
You're lookin' like you wanna
Come tru (Through)
Baby come true
Tell me what you like
And tell me what to do
depict in their gangsta fairy tales
Like instigators that don't start shit
I better connected than apartments multiplied by condominiums
My lyrics be that
bright, It's blinding my eyes (It's bright)
Put some shades on, to see through your lies (Damn)
Been through it together, the lows and the highs (Highs)
I've been on a roll
Just to go and get some dough
Slide up to the party
Bet the homies there fosho
This ain't country music but their slappin' when
my dollars up
Dog a bitch out, whip my dick out-
Tell her: "Swallow up"
All you boys be busy, tryna build your follows up
We live by two different
these my sons though
I'll give em similac if I wanted to
Pull up fly as hell
Like a nigga got some wings on
I'm Giannis on the court
I can win long as my
.jpg/300px-Inverted_sugar_syrup_(Trimoline).jpg "Syrup")
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