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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
a changed man
And now he can't sleep at night
I got cream for 16, you can't beat that price
Remember Benny with them old schools
And freaked out bikes?
I'm
parked on 3rd street by Gate house
Where the fire at
Come round thinking shit sweet
Try to take something
Don't try that
Six pack had the Pyrex
My cousin
relishments
Money, cars, and clothes I suppose what successful is
They say sow you're oats, it's natural to experiment
But don't get sucked and fuck and run
Throwed wardrobe, by my bed son of a bastard
When it come to Cadillacs
Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got, way flyer than NASA
Me and Three 6
3:45 In the morning
We still here bruh
That's facts
Sife to the world baby
Looking at the place I've been, Man I'm thankful
Surrounded by the people
you're not your car
And no matter how big your bank account is
Your grave is six feet under just like everyone else's
So enjoy the days you have
Worry
brothers
*Beep* killed a cracker on his bike in the middle of the night
I think I shot him twice
Three more times to make it five all for 60 bucks
Now
your three kids out for a bike ride”
He pushed me and that was the straw so I was squarin' up
Throw a punch at this face, took a minute to get back up
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
cause your h**s aint in line
Cause you living a lie
And n***a maybe thats why
And I
Pulled off the lot
Get a fucking car wash
Get admired by the opps
I'll
a car or a bike - I don't know if we'll make it
And it's eleven o'clock so the stores are closing
Take my hand give me water don't expect me to start
you want to say
Tell the truth
And shame the motherfucking devil
Bam!
The target of poverty by the white devil
Because I wasn't testing at my reading
who to pick up, left the scene when he hit the ground
Never chase a bitch, I'll chase some cash, see his car, we'll trail his ass
Wait a second, let me
faces
Might take a trip to the caymans
You know who I’m taking
I’m living top wire
Jaguar
Too far
Ahh
Dubai
New car
New high
Ahh
New ice
New kicks
New
a backpack, man
Ride up, jump off the bike and bap-bap
And I still ain't taking no backchat
Nowadays, man think they're bad on Snapchat
I'll back out mad
smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit three wheels
You niggas six feet, we gettin'
smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit three wheels
You niggas six feet, we gettin'
whistle
Chorus
To sweep with the feet when he hit the concrete
Chop him up, dice him up and sacrifice his meat
Drag him by his ankles to the cemetary
the street
Move your feet move your feet
To the poppin' funky beat
[Verse 3]
Cars drive by honking horns
Streetlights flicker it's the norm
People dance in
the street
Move your feet move your feet
To the poppin' funky beat
[Verse 3]
Cars drive by honking horns
Streetlights flicker it's the norm
People dance in
like three shows in Texas
Sold it out in Austin
Put the homies on the guest list
I'm in the van in Oklahoma bumping TI
Rolling trees on my diploma on my
cute but shes got no gear
I got three pair of pants and with my brother I share
So there in school I made a fool
With one and a half pair of pants,
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