Lyrics:
I'll be lit if I die
Stack up some lil' chips or fuck his bitch, I can't decide
Have you ever been in a Panamera? Baby, hop up in the ride
Came up
archives
Getting my folders right
I got hits on my hands
If you talking the right price
The flow one big ass vibe
You won't find another like
It's a journey
Rock, ha
You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c'mon)
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, come around, bitch
Yeah, they ain't movin' like this
Got a glock with a switch, yeah
Try to get me you gon
(Either you want me or you don’t
“Just don’t forget me when you famous.”
What I’ve been told, ain’t gotta worry)
‘Cause I don’t, don’t 'member when
through the archive
Maybe you can find an old dusty hot one
Cuz that new shit you got is not wassup
Who you bullshittin? You ain't top five
Who you tryin'
applied" (now)
Every picture I got with you, I can't archive (we got 'em)
I get deep off in my feelings and I can't hide it (man)
Let 'em talk, sit back,
you, a chapter, slayed by the author
Lickin' on your daughter, say, south of the border
Now, here we are with the funky repertoire
Draw warm like
(On my baby this a slap
You know the wave Matt just blessed me again)
(Because they bums and they broke)
(Matt stl)
(Shit)
(Ooohh aye)
They only pay
Girl I can't stay with you
(La-da)
I really can't stay with you
But you can call me when you need it though
I had bout 6 up on the roster
The one in
Every track is for the archives
Top five
Nigga please
Don't you sell me no mother fucking dreams
Swear the next nigga try go to mother fucking sleep
It's been two nights, since you found a way to end up coming back to me every new night
I'm trying to put you back into my archive
Tell you all my
over the waterfall
Because that's me now, holding all your things
Resisting the inevitable flooding of the archives
The scraps distributed by wind
a reverend
Bro caught a body his hair had to dread em
He took ya pole lil nigga you let em
Head shot, head?
He got the pounds tell brody to get em
He spin his
before they on
Ya heels tyin' you up
Fuck tryna sneak a (sneaker) joke
My sneakers dope
But I ain't wit' the sneaky shit
This sucker puncher try and sneak
White people got you believing just 'cause I'm tellin' a nigga
To stop getting his head kicked in by the police
To take the gun he would use to shoot
an animal
Every girl I fuck with costly
I don't need no therapy, this okay melancholy
Better than to call me
Find me absent
Ruin my mind
So you better wow
she wanna fight when she come over bitch then Let's box choppa hit him up make him cris cross fuck around get slapped like you Chris Rock
Said you love
high
Make a lil straight hoe bi
I'm off xan xan when i close my eyes
In the transam yeah im flying right by
She do hand stands for me and my guys
She
dues
Bitch I play to win I ain't playin' by the rules
Blew me like soup and she did it in the booth
Got 36 styles I'm playin' that Wu
Not you wanna fuck
Am gon love you if you love me to
You know is true
Ma heart gone cold
But am kind of cool ( for you)
Fuck your feelings don't care what you do
If I'm
down, Shorty we kill all racks
Brah!
All these niggas ass cheap
If you aks me, these niggas lab me
What we do?
Feed ‘em to the ones then
Catch me by
nigga's tryin' take my life
(pussy)
Lot of fuck nigga's tryin' take my life
But I keep the thing on me
So you better think my twice
Lot of fuck nigga's
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
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